Everyone in the family had the opportunity to visit you, to be with you, to see you for one last time while you were in China except me. I was a day too late. Less than a day - one sleep and a nine hour plane ride too late. It saddens me the most that I was the only one in the family who didn't have that chance to see you. I don't think anyone would be able to understand. Strangely enough the night before I had a dream that I was at the hospital with you. Was I having some kind of revelation or was that my opportunity since I couldn't be there physically?
My biggest regret would be growing distant from you as I grew older and wanted my independence. I remember as a child you would walk me to and from school, make me honey lemon tea, and accompany me to my favourite shops even if it meant you waiting for a long time. You would even give me money so I could buy magazines to read even though you didn't have much. Growing up, never have I ever seen you lose your temper once; I don't know how that is even possible.
It's still incomprehensible how one year has gone by so quickly. I only hope not to repeat the same mistake in the future and wish to cherish every moment because I won't know what will be the last. I am just glad you are no longer suffering or in pain.