Rory loved chocolate milk.
She wanted to drink it so often we bought Nesquik mix so she would have extra vitamins and minerals.
The day she died she asked me for chocolate milk.
Is there a worse thing for someone who’s throwing up to drink???
I said, “The second you’re better I will get you chocolate milk. The real kind from the store.”
I wish I would’ve given her the chocolate milk.
I’m so sad she missed the opportunity to have one last sip of the drink she loved so much.
If I could give people advise from this new life, one would definitely be to live as closely as you can to no regrets.
It was something I learned my first semester at college and I took it to heart. I wasn’t perfect. I’ve made lots mistakes, but I try so hard to live with no regrets.
Tomorrow isn’t promised.
Take the opportunities that speak to you.
Make time for love.
Watch a show you might not like if it means you get to spend a couple more hours with your loved one.
Don’t wait to make the perfect batch of cookies when you feel like you need to visit someone. Just go.
Tell people you love them. Frequently.
Give compliments freely.
Whether we live to 80 or 8, life is too short.
Spread all the love you can.
With no regrets.
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Love you Stephanie. Thank you for helping me to be better. Sending over hugs too.