My grandfather died a year ago December, and not a single day goes by that I don't think of him. I feel guilt about not spending as much time with him in the last few years of his life as I should have. There were alot of unsaid things. Now, my grandma is dying of cancer, and I can't even bring myself to call her. She is upset about me not calling, and she misses me and my kids. I know it's fucked up, but it feels like if I act like it isn't happening.... that I can't open myself up to more hurt. Sometimes I just want to be fucking happy!
HOpefully I can pull my head outta my ass, and give her the acknowledgement she deserves... before it's too late again.