Sometimes there are no excuses, no rationalizations.
Ingrid came to us with brain tumors. We didn't know the origin until one of our doctors found a breast mass less than two inches wide. After that, it was fairly clear that what she was dealing with was nasty.
She had ten rounds of radiation with no functional improvement and decided against further treatment. She had her feeding tube removed and died with Teresa at her side at 7:47 am on the 13th of this month.
I like Teresa. I liked Ingrid. But I didn't call much after they left the hospital. First, because I got lazy. Second, because I got busy. And third because after so much time goes by, you feel weird calling.
I called today. Tomorrow I'll go see Teresa at the house she and Ingrid shared and learn about Ingrid, what she was like when she wasn't sick.
Maybe next time I won't not call.