Queen Mediocretia's mother (aka the Queen's Mum) died. Mediocretia's been very faithfully reporting the last days of her mother's life to her faithful and caring readers.
I've cried about it a few times, for her, for the echoes of losing my own parents, from general nerves, and from a slight case of jealousy that she had time to say those last few things and ask those last questions I didn't.
I'm going to remind every single one of you out there, those who know and those who don't know. Get it said. Get it asked. Skip the fear, walk passed the worry, and ignore those little voices-in-your-head that tell you no, you can't. Talk to that person. Whatever it is, say it. Write it in a letter. Call on the phone. Send a blasted email. Stop pretending you'll do it when you visit over the holidays, or when you feel braver, or when he's peaceful, or whatever lie/excuse/fairy tale you are telling yourself so you can put it off one more hour. Do it today. Do it now.
You don't have time. You really don't have time.