My mom and I visited my grandma today. I wish she could have seen me now. I regret that for much of the time I actually spent with her I was still a rather insufferable middle school/high school teen. She was one of those people who gave much more than they ever took, and I feel like there was a lot more I could have done to try to make her feel happy and appreciated in her old age.
It's hard to believe how little you sometimes know about your own family, considering they are the people closest to you. Sometimes you can spend years living under the same roof without knowing things about your family that you would know about your friends. There are a lot of circumstances in my family that make me deeply sad when I think about them too much, and my grandma's sorrow and struggles (which she rarely if ever told anyone about) are one of them... especially since I did not know about them until after she passed.
It was nice to visit her today, though. It's always good to have these moments to reflect upon such things... it helps to put my life in perspective.
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