We wait.

Until the diagnosis.
Until the phone call.
Until the tears make it impossible not to say something.

But by then, it’s often too late.
Not because the person is gone—
but because our voice is.

Choked by guilt.
Stiff with fear.
Numb from the years of not knowing how to begin.

The truth is, most people don’t regret dying.
They regret what they never said.

“I forgive you.”
“I wish I knew you better.”
“I’ve always loved you.”
“I was angry, and I didn’t know how to be honest without hurting you.”

There are so many things we carry—unspoken, unresolved, unfinished.
We convince ourselves we’ll have more time.
We wait for the “right” moment.
But moments rarely announce themselves as final.

When we avoid the hard conversations, we don’t just protect ourselves from discomfort.
We rob someone else of a truth that might’ve healed them.
We deny them the chance to know—really know—that they mattered.

So if you’re holding something unsaid…
if there’s someone who comes to mind,
even now,
even after all this time—

consider that this moment might be the right one.
Not because it’s perfect.
But because it’s here.

You don’t have to have the perfect words.
You don’t have to know how they’ll respond.

Just start with one small truth.
Something real.
Something human.
Something that lets them feel you’re still here, reaching across the silence.

The rest will find its way.

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