My Grandma died, and I didn't make it in time to say goodbye. I was thirty minutes too late. Five and a half years ago, my family had a falling out and I let fear keep me from reaching out to her. I convinced myself I had time, that someday I'd be brave enough to have the hard conversation. But someday never came. This episode exists because I wasn't brave enough when it mattered. I'm recording this less than 24 hours after losing her because I need you to hear this while the pain is still raw, while the regret is sitting in the pit of my stomach. If there's someone you've been thinking about; someone you miss, someone you've been too scared or too proud to reach out to, please don't do what I did. Don't wait for perfect timing. Don't give other people power over when you show up. Because none of us know how much time we really have, and "I wish I had" is the heaviest sentence you'll ever carry.

Grandma Barbin, this one's for you. I love you. I'm sorry. And I promise to be braver now.