My grandmother died one month ago today. And I can’t, I can’t stop thinking about it. I refused to say goodbye to her, I felt like I failed her. I failed her all these years, I always avoided her, because I’m selfish, I’m awful, I’m a horrible person. I never said I loved her, I never held her hand all those times she reached out for me. And now it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late…
