The last time I saw my mother she was laying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines. My aunt had taken my siblings and I to visit her at the hospital, my mother was in a coma for a while but I only remember seeing her once. My aunt told me to give my mom a kiss, but I couldn’t. I just stood there and stared at a woman I didn’t know. I mean this woman seemed lifeless yes her heart was beating and her vital signs were stable but that wasn’t my mom. My mother was vibrant, full of life and ready to take on the world. I just want one more chance to kiss my mommy, if I would’ve known this would be the last chance to kiss her warm skin I would have kissed her, ran my fingers through her hair and even laid with her instead I stood there afraid of the woman who gave me life. Not only did I not kiss my mother one last time I didn’t attend her funeral (no fault of my own) so here I am so many years later, living with a regret that I can never fix. I’m not sure if the kiss would have sealed my heart or the funeral would have brought me closure but I feel as if my mom and I have unfinished business. It wasn’t supposed to end like this there has to be a goodbye.