“Well, you gave it good go. At least you have that.”
There had been many comments like that over the years, the frequency increasing with the passing years.
A life unlived. All that wasted potential.
The melancholy tone of voice, as if the best days were all in the past.
He knew their opinion wasn’t his version of events. But he kept that to himself. He used to correct them, but these days it didn’t warrant mentioning, because these days they had a point because it wasn’t over until it was over.
There was still time. He wasn’t dead yet.