I'm a little out of breathe right now, having just returned from nothingness. Literally. I went to comfort a mourner, and arrived too late. The emptiness I feel is overwhelming.
What did I learn from this? Never hesitate to act. Never put off a task. Never stop short of making the right move. I missed the greatest opportunity to do a mitzvah - to console another human being after the loss of a parent. Second only to losing a child, G-d forbid, losing a parent can tear a hole in your heart that will take forever to repair. I pray the mourner can forgive me. I just hope I can forgive myself.