It’s funny how the small things, like the ringing of the work office phone, can make you feel emotions such as regret, nostalgia, and pain after someone has passed away. I keep waiting to hear my name spoken by her on the other end. I’m waiting to be asked to do her a favor. I’m waiting for her to tell me about her extraordinarily ordinary day. I’m waiting to hear how she’s technologically impaired and needs me to fix whatever electronic she broke. I’m waiting to hear her voice break as she confides in me about her bad days. I’m waiting on one more chance to tell her that I’m sorry; one more chance to say “I love you”.