I'd go back to April 19, 2008. It was a Saturday, and I had drawn the short straw to have to go in to work on that weekend day.
My mother was then almost 96, living in an assisted-living home. I had planned to go and see her early that day, but I then had to plan do so after I got off work at 3:00 PM.
While I was at work, shortly after noon, I got a phone call from my wife that my mother had died, alone in her bed.
Had I not had to work, I would have gone to see her earlier in the day, realized she was in the process of dying, and been with her when she passed. It has been one of the few regrets in my life.
John