When I got home just now and put my keys in the depression glass bowl that was my grandmothers, next to the photo I took of her and her friends this past summer, I realized that I'll never get to talk to her again.
Aunti Tracie told me that as she was slipping away there was a conversation happening in the room about who hasn't called yet, Neena said "Jessica".... On one hand I'm glad she thought of me.. on the other... I feel like a huge piece of shit.. Had I known she was at the end, I would have in the very least called, had I known early enough I would have driven to her.. I didn't know, I just didn't know... I'm sorry. I just didn't know.
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| I don't want to do this stupid fucking blog anymore. |
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