My gamer buddy Andrew was late to my wedding reception. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought I had more time.” His wife looked irritated, but we just had to laugh.
Andrew had perhaps the worst time management skills in the world, a bad trait for a gamer, when there is always another shiny a few minutes further along. Or maybe he just always underestimated how long things would take. Whatever it was, his line was invariably, “I’m sorry, I thought I had more time.” We would occasionally hear it as he ducked out near the end of an instance, as he headed off to some event or late to bed. Mostly his wife Sharron heard it as he finished his playing with us. Many a night, as he was shutting down TeamSpeak, we completed it for him in chorus as his connection closed part-way though. Did you get the dishes done while I was out? “I’m sorry, I thought I had –” Honey, we were supposed to leave twenty minutes ago. “I’m sorry, I thought –”
Andrew was 24 when the crash happened. Sharron raced to the hospital when she got the call, but Andrew never made it. 24. I wonder what he was planning to do; we never discussed career plans much. I wonder how many more hours he would have spent with her instead of us if he had known. We never really meant it when we said those would be his last words. He didn’t even get the chance to say them. I’m sorry, Andrew, we thought you had more time.