Too late is too late

My head reels when characters tell the pivotal person in their life everything they’ve been holding in at the very last moment - "I love you", "I'm sorry please forgive me" then a speech to summarize a life of baseless accusations, pretences, I thoughts, if only I knews, I should haves -- when they had all the time while the person was well and alive, and technology at its best: email, snail mail, cel phones, landlines, text messages, door-to-door deliveries, or personal visits with cars, planes, trains, boats, buses, jeeps, tricycles... And they're lucky if the dying person is alive enough to even understand or hear them say what they have to say, or feel their apologies or their love from a squeeze on a hand with dead dermis. There should be a “tell-all” day and a rally to celebrate it with slogans like: Save yourself and your loved ones the lifetime agony! Tell them how you feel right now! Free them and yourself!

Or maybe not tell them at all (one's own prerogative and right) but don't make your life miserable with guilt over something you decided they need not know.

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