my grandma passed away last month and she was like a mother to me... I feel guilty and blame myself because, the older I got, the less I went to see her. My kids barely knew her. Today is her birthday, she would've been 92. So, yes, she had a long life. But I'm selfish and I want her here. I can't cope. Everything makes me think about
her. Especially today. It's heartbreaking that my kids will probably not remember her. She was like a mother to me. I'm so depressed.