Ever have one of those days where you really wished that you had gone through with something? Ever mean to tell some one something but never get around to it? Ever have that person taken from this world before you could tell them you love them? That was my day yesterday. I found out me Grandma passed away. I haven't talked to her in 6 years because I feared that my Dad would answer the phone. She taught me many things as I grew up, she taught me how to bake bread, how to sew, how to crochet, how to plant flowers and many more things. Now she'll never get to see the young women I've grown up into and it is my fault. The feelings of regret and guilt and slowly building in me and it is starting to become unbearable. I will never see her again and I can't attend her funeral. The closest I can get is sending flowers which I don't think will be accepted by my family. My guilt may eat me alive.