My parents and I went to visit my grandma in the hosital Wednesday. She has leukemia and has about two to seven weeks to live. I've never been close to this grandma, as she never liked my mom. But now that she's dying, we've put aside our differences.
I learned that she likes a lot of the same stuff I do and I learned other things that I never knew. I think if she wouldn't have let her dislike toward my mother effect how much time we spent together, we would be really close.
I feel really bad that I never really got to know her in my near 18 years of living, but what matters now is that I'm there for her.
Even though I hardly saw her before, when she dies, it's going to be a weird feeling. Knowing I'll never get another "granddaughter" birthday card from her or a heartfelt Easter card. (But I do believe we get her ashes...)
I just felt I had to write this stuff down...
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