“Regret should be one of the stages of grief,” I told my mother last spring. We were talking, as we often do, about things we wished we’d known, wished we’d done differently, when my youngest sister, Madelyn Linsenmeir, was alive. I’m told this is common after a loved one dies — cataloging the moments you wish you’d said or done something differently, the what ifs haunting your memories like ghosts.
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