I never handle death well, I always feel some sort of guilt especially when it comes to family.
My grandparents were too young to die.
My grandma was only 65 when she died eight years ago. Now my grandpa, only almost 70, is on the verge of death.
I can’t even fathom the amount of pain that comes from losing these two, I always wish I could’ve done more or been there or let then know how much they mean to me.
But in the blink of an eye they can be gone for good…
Appreciate what you have, cause the saying is true, you don’t really know what you got til it’s gone