For me it's a few. One in particular. My brother and I had attended a care meeting at the facility my mom was in. Afterwards we went up to visit with her. She had rollers in her hair and was dressed which was unusual in itself. But she also was bright and more talkative than usual.
I could tell she had been expecting our visit and had been looking forward to it. But I was weary that day and my brother offered to drive me home so I left early. I could see in my mom's eyes she was disappointed.
Turns out that was the last time I would ever see her conscious. I can't tell you how many times I've relived that day in my mind and the regret I feel that I didn't stay longer with her like I normally did.
Not to open up old wounds for anyone but any tips on how to get over these nagging images that keep you awake at night?