Often, near the end of an important encounter (like a therapy group), I’ll ask people, “What’s left unsaid?”
Yesterday, near the end of a visit with a dear friend and fellow group therapist who has a terminal illness, I asked, “What’s left unsaid?” She and her husband said, “Well, you could come back, you know.” I was so glad that was said that I immediately said, “When can I come back?” and we scheduled another visit in April.
What’s left unsaid, for you, with other people? I’ve said this before: “Say what’s left unsaid, because you don’t know if you’ll get another chance to say it.”
Which of my photos are left unshared?
What’s left unsaid for you, here and now?
For me, what’s left unsaid is always this: my thanks to all.