[ WP ] You are given the chance to choose any 10 minute chunk of your life and do it over .

My grandfather sat on the couch playing Scrabble with his wife, as he did every night. 
 
 I thought about what I had come to say. I'd come to say goodbye, to give thanks. Thanks for time spent together, thanks for stories of life and travels, thanks for simply being there. Thanks I'd had no chance to give. 
 
 I tried to put to words the feelings I felt, but I did n't know where to start. How could I say what I felt when I knew what was to come? 
 
 Distress. As he formed the word on a bonus, scoring thirty points, the same feeling crept upon me. The brief time I had flew by as I struggled to find the courage to say what I had chosen this time to say. 
 
 Before I knew it, I found myself nearing the end of my time. I offered to take their dishes and silverware into the kitchen. 
 
 As I left my grandparents, my distress grew into despair. Despair at my silence and cowardice, despair at the memory that I had just relived. So great was my fear and so paltry my courage that I failed to say the simplest words.
