I got to pick my mom up at the airport Monday night. This was the first time I had seen her since the beginning of Feburary. ( !! )
Mom left for England back in Feb to go help my Grandmother prepare for a hip replacement. She was going to go over there for a month or two . . help her through the surgery and recovery . . and then come back home.
Before the surgery could happen, they found the beginnings of cancer in my Grandmothers bladder. (they found it through a re-occurring bladder infection.) Suddenly a month or two turned into . . 'well . . maybe three or four months'. Then the cancer grew and spread. That stuff acts so quickly sometimes. My mother called me the second week of July. . . . and told me to plan my trip out there a little sooner than I thought . . . maybe sometime in August . . . because the doctors said there was nothing they could do for her.
I planned my trip for the first week of August . . . and started saving $$ to be able to pay for the plane ticket to the UK.
Sunday morning . . July 16th . . my Grandmother . . . my darling, sweet, amazingly wonderful Grandmother passed away. I never got the chance to see her for the last time . . . I never got the chance to get the ticket to go to her funeral.
I feel guilty. INCREDIBLY guilty. I'm family. I loved that woman SO much (I still love her so much) . . it still kills me to think about it. It just happened so fast . . . I didn't have the money . . my job would have fired me . . . excuses excuses excuses. I should have gone. *sigh* I can't get that horribly guilty feeling out of my heart right now . . . . . . . . . I should have gone. . .







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