My mom died yesterday. While she was in assisted living, I spent much of last year with her, thinking about her, answering her phone calls, taking her places, having a good time. I even moved cross country to be close to her. All I can think about now are the times I lost patience with her and said unkind things. I know she appreciated our times together and said she enjoyed my company, love me, was proud of me, but honestly, I think today that I could have, should have done more.