Left unsaid

A piece of prose on a fellow blogger's page has egged me into writing this apology finally.
She was young, beautiful, full of love, life, laughter, dashes of innocence here and there. All this was with her till one singular moment within the confines of cold hospital walls. Convinced that life is just, and things can't possibly go wrong, she fell asleep. And then it happened.
He said one final goodbye. She saw his shell. Felt like he was whispering to her. Be strong, I'm not actually leaving you.
She awoke, shaken, and just that moment they got to hear. A "sorry" from the doctors who said he was doing fine just a few hours ago. Bitter tears, harsh realities.
She went back to the beach they visited a week ago. Where he sat next to her on the beach and said he'd like to stay there forever. She went back to do just that. Make him one with the ocean he so loved. The saltiness of the sea, the saltiness on her face all one, all the same.
What will now happen of this little girl?
Will she also look for small pleasures, sweet memories as she goes through a wardrobe, searching for a familiar smell? Will she see that time doesn't wait, everytime she holds a familiar watch in her hands? Will she smile with a tinge of sadness as she picks up the phone he always held? Will she remember those stories he liked telling her, will she remember his final promise that he will always be with her? Will she celebrate the life that once was?
I donot know the answer. And I am sorry, that this happened to someone very young. That this was sudden. That he tried telling you. And you somehow did not see.
I am sorry.
You always will be his little girl.