I wish I had the stories that my grandparents told me stored somewhere other than in my head.
I wish I had spent more time in the kitchen with my mom.
I wish I wasn't jealous when Sam says he wants to be with his dad when he is with me (and I wish I knew if he does the same when he isn't with me.)
I wish I had all the answers to give to my brother, Tim, who is about to be married... but coming from a failed marriage, I don't exactly feel like an expert.
I wish when I thought of my father fond memories would play in my brain.
I wish I was as confident in true love and relationships working out as I once was.
I wish I didn't feel broken.
I wish I could hear my mom's laugh one more time... it was infectious... and I have forgotten what it sounds like.
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