Words never said to a brother gone at 41

A forty-five-year-old woman wrote this in the World Regret Survey: "My brother died suddenly at forty-one. I regret not saying 'I love you' more." Their last call was three weeks earlier. She was in a meeting and cut it short — "I'll call you back later." Later never came. No one gets to schedule a last goodbye, which is why a goodbye postponed is a goodbye lost.