The One Question I Regret Not Asking My Dad Before He Died

Reminiscing on lost time and missed connection

My dad contemplating life during our Indian holiday. Photo courtesy of author.

My dad passed away from cancer a few years ago. At the shiva (a weeklong mourning period in Judaism for first-degree relatives), I broke down. I couldn’t stop crying.

Picturing a world without him hit me hard. At that moment, I thought of all the lost time and…