Hi everyone,
I'm surprised if anyone read this. Recently this morning while I was sleeping over at a relatives place with my siblings. I woke up to a phone call from my sibling's phone and they woke me up, another relative that lives somewhere else was crying a lot over the phone. I didn't get the whole picture since they were talking across the room, somewhere along the lines of "the hospital" and my grandma. I asked my siblings about what happened and they told me this. "Grandma died this morning in her sleep, our uncle came by and called the hospital which dispatched an ambulance. When they arrived and checked her condition, she already passed away." My heart froze, I saw her when I did a quick visit to my family's apartment and she was sleeping and mumbling a bit when I talked to her. I gave a quick hello and goodbye, this was the last time she was alive. My greatest fear happened, she died and I wasn't around to help her, there was no proper goodbye face-to-face, I didn't hug her before I left. The worst irony... I was planning to come back the next day to check up on her while bringing home the laundry and help her around the house again. My mom didn't call me about it, I love my grandma so much. I spent a lot of time with my little sibling at the relative's house because I felt bad as I never spend time with them when classes start.
