When I was growing up, my relationship with my grandmother was practically nonexistent. Despite being the oldest, you could tell that the novelty of having a grandchild had worn off by the time I was 7. Things got better when I went to LSMSA, but they were never great. I never expected anything to change
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and i'm sorry.
and i hope you and your family get through this ok.
and you need to come visit.
because i just realized that one of my friends here reminds me a lot of you.
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...i heart you...
...talk to you soon...
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Not getting to say goodbye is the worst. I was lucky because I was there, mostly, for Mother and Poppa; but Granny and Meemaw went without me, as did others. The most broken mourners I ever knew were spouses and parents who did not get to say goodbye to their loved ones for whatever reason.
Having lost so many people in my life, I should be good at comforting the grieving. But I remember the anger, the guilt, and the self-recriminations too vividly to try and dam the tide with a foolish, trite gesture.
What I can say, from this old(er) woman's experience, is that we are often too hard on ourselves about shit like this. The dead are DEAD and if they have a consciousness now, then they surely see our love past the small, petty acts we traded back and forth during their lives. Don't flog yourself, you are in enough pain.
:::::KBS
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