In our short lives, we all do things, or rather don't do things, we regret bitterly later on.
I had a grandma (my mom's mom) whom we visited only obligatorily once a year at Easter. We loved her, yes, but we were all too busy with our young lives to slow down to the pace of an old lady and drive 2-1/2 to 3 hours to see her and be bored sitting around talking. So only once a year did we caravan out to her place. And once a year, every year, we ignored and made excuses for her pleas that we PLEASE come see her more often. I can still see the hurt on her face and remember that I felt, not pity or remorse, but indignance and bother.
And then she died.
It was during a very minor procedure and we had postponed seeing her at the hospital till the very last moment. The doctor said she never should have passed like that. He said her heart simply gave out. And I realized suddenly, it was because her heart was empty. And that emptiness was caused very much in part, by me.
So I do see why TPTB turn a deaf ear to our pleas and feel put out by our yearnings to see a continuation of BSG. Because I did the same thing to Grandma Sally. And it's that realization that spurs me to write today.
PTB, don't wait till it's too late to do the right thing. You have no idea what pain remorse brings, or for how long. All we are asking for is to see our long lost show, if only for a brief time. A visit like that takes only a little time and a little effort. It's never too late till it's really too late. Like my grandma, all we want is someone to listen.
Don't wait till it's too late to say goodbye.
Affectionately and respectfully,
Too Late to Say Goodbye
