Today marks 7 months since I lost my grandmother to stage 4 lung cancer. Losing her has been the hardest loss I’ve ever gone through since I lost my other grandmother to the same type of cancer over 23 years ago. This loss stings so bad because she was one of my best friends for so many years and I had a bond with her that I don’t have with most other people. However, she and I started to drift apart a few years ago after I started to notice certain traits in her that really disgusted me and while I miss her terribly, I’m still a little mad at her for all of the crap she put me and the rest of the family through over the years. It’s like part of me wants her back so bad, but the other part, as much as I hate to say it, is kind of relieved that she’s gone. I did get a little bit of closure with her a few weeks before she died, so that gives me some peace, but there are still so many things that were left unsaid. I’m still having a hard time grasping the fact that she’s really gone

Posted by Jackie Rodman at 2024-09-25 14:51:38 UTC