Years ago my father asked me to go to Thailand with him for a business trip. I accepted because I didn't know how much longer he would be alive. He lived for another 8-9 years and I'm still glad I went with him.
Now I try to see my special needs brother once a week because I don't know when will be the last time. He doesn't remember me anymore so I don't go for his benefit and it's painful to see him now; so it's not for my benefit either.
My wife said that if I didn't go then I would regret it later on. That's why I go, so the future me has the memories of still seeing him alive and not the memories of wishing I went.
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