Well as you could probably guess my grandmother passed away. Back in 2019 ish she got really sick. In 2020 when covid started she got worse. I would visit her every month so that I wouldn't be around her all the time and chance her getting covid from me.
Around June I was hiking with my mom and a few friends and I hadn't seen her in awhile so my mom said I could go she her. She called my aunt who was with my grandma to tell her I was coming by.
My aunt ended up saying "Don't bring her here, it's not looking good" and after I heard that I broke. It was like everything inside of me was gone. I felt like a piece of me had died.
I didn't get to say goodbye to my best friend. The last time I saw my grandma I wasn't even that nice to her. I hated myself for that. She was the one person who made my life worth living. The one person I would give my own life for.
We used to do everything together. She basically raised me. I lived with my grandma my whole life until then. She used to take me to eat every weekend. She was my best friend. I had lost my best friend and my grandma all at once.
I will forever hold on to all the memories I have with her. I would do anything to get her back or just have a few more moments with her.
