Look for the ebook on January 1, 2012:
“If only I had—”
Pops said nothing. Besides pain and fear, there was a resolute sadness etched into his face. It frightened Teddy, although he did not understand it. Their eyes locked, blue on blue, father and son, sharing what would turn out to be their final moment together. Teddy thought he noticed a solitary tear drip from Pops’ eye and slowly roll down onto the pillow. Still, he remained by the door. He broke the silence saying, “Okay Pops, I gotta get home. See you tomorrow.” As he turned and headed to the elevator, Pops raised his hand and held up his thumb and pinky finger, but Teddy did not notice.
Walking away from the hospital, Teddy briefly stopped, turned and looked up at the third floor. He located the window of Pops’ room and stared at it. Whispering, “I love you, Pops,” he began to cry. He knew he should go back, but he didn’t. That decision would transpose into a lifelong, heartbreaking memory transfixed around the words—if only I had… Sometimes, you just don’t get a second chance.