I miss talking to my Grandma, who passed away three years away. Even though she spent the last few years of her life in a nursing home and hospital, I remember just visiting her and chilling. Everything I've done in life, everything I've accomplished, I owe it all to her.
I'm not trying to say anything bad about my Mom, but for most of my life my parents had to work and it was my Grandma who raised me. She talked to me when I was down and praised me when I was up. One of my big regrets in life (one which I can never accomplish again) was spending more time with her in her dying days.
For all that she had done for me when I was growing up, I didn't have enough time for her when she was winding down. So if I had the chance again, she would be the person I would want to talk to again. Maybe one day when I leave this Earth, I will get that chance.
I would want to talk to my mother who died of cancer about 11 years ago. She was an alcoholic while I was growing up and because of that I had a very hard childhood. I blamed her for years and our relationship suffered from it.
Since I’ve grown older I realize that alcoholism is a disease and it wasn’t her fault. I wish that we could have talked things out before she died so I could tell that I understood and didn’t blame her anymore. By the time we found out the severity of her cancer she was already pretty altered mentally and we never had the chance to talk.
I hope my taking care of her during her final month let her know that I was okay and that I had forgiven her.
God, tell me how this all happened. If not then Jesus and tell me what had happened. Or if I could talk to them in a different time than Just to kill him before that all happened.
I guess I would be selfish and pick my grandmother. She died of cancer a year and 1/2 ago. I seen her everyday of my life unless I was on vacation up until she got sick.
I slipped into a great depression after she died. I felt bad because in the end, she was suffering and I couldn't stand to see her that way. I dealt with it by not visiting her often.
I regret that now and I wished I had the chance to change it all. I know deep down that she knows that I loved her so much, but I feel like I let her down on the end. The last time I seen her she was in the hospital hooked up to blood.
I couldn't stand to look at that bag of blood dripping into her. I should have been stronger, but I just felt her pain to bad. I would tell her how selfish that was of me and that I loved her so much, but I'd also tell her how happy I was that she was no longer suffering.
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