Hello, about a month or two ago I shared here my story related to my grandmother, with whom we had an argument for a long time, and I was afraid to go and talk to her, to apologize to her, despite the small distance that separated us. Tonight I think of her again, and I'm so sorry I left without even seeing her, without even apologizing, hugging her. Exactly on Easter, Grandma left this world, and I still can't accept it. I'm gloomy, everything is wrong with me, I hate myself to the core. And my grandmother misses me more than anything. She is the person who raised me, brought me up and taught me everything. She was the only person I trusted, she was the only person I was sure she loved me. And now she's gone. I'm sorry you're reading this, I apologize if I'm ruining your day. I just wanted to share. I know that I will never forget what happened, I will never fully experience it, I will always remember and I will always be sad. It's been almost 2 weeks and I'm starting to think about her more and more. I don't want to accept the fact that she's gone, I realize it, the funeral, everything, but I can't accept that I'll never see her again, share my grief with her, and ask for advice. I will never hug or kiss her again.
When I had this opportunity, I did not do it for fear that he would not accept my apologies, and now I feel more guilty than ever. I am 21 years old and all these years, my grandmother has always been by my side, and I could not help her, I could not save her, nor could I talk to her for the last time. I didn't appreciate what kind of person I had next to me, and now it's too late. I'm scared, I'm very scared. I want to go to her, to feel calm again, to tell me, that I am my grandmother's grown girl. I want to hear her scold me again for something I've done, or just hug me. I want to rest my head on her legs again and caress me, calm me down. I shared everything with her, good, bad, everything. She was and will forever be the only person I respect. But she is not there. And that kills me. A lump is stuck in my throat and I think about it all the time. I don't know how to deal with sadness. I started working harder and I try to do something constantly so I don't think about what happened. In the end, I don't see the point in anything, I don't feel useful. Only physically and mentally tired. Whatever I do, I don't think it's enough. When I stop doing something, my eyes immediately water, I immediately start thinking even more about her. And I remember every moment I spent with her. How do people deal with this pain? How do they move forward? Will I ever be able to do it or will I just go crazy?
I really have a feeling I'm going crazy. And Grandma was a good person. She was a proud woman, but still good. He never left me. Except now. I dreamed of her a few days before she died. I dreamed that she died and I argued with my aunt on the phone that she did not call me and did not tell me. I shared my dream with my friend and he made me go to her. He always told me to go, that she loved me in spite of everything and could not be angry with me forever, and I did not go. But now I feel it as if she will be offended forever. And I'm guilty, I don't even hide it. The day I found out she was gone, I was at work again. Now, no matter how hard I work, I hate my job, I hate the place. I remember the moment my mom called and said, that Grandma is no more. I didn't know where I was, I didn't expect it, I didn't want it. I don't feel like living now. I don't want to live with pain or guilt, I don't want to live without my grandmother, I really can't live without her, I'm not used to it, I don't want to get used to her lack. I want to go to her. I know it sounds selfish, for me hardly anyone would grieve as I grieve for my grandmother. Leave 3 children and a grandfather, 5 grandchildren, of whom I am the eldest.
Everyone says that she forgave me before she left, that she loved me the most, that I was her first grandchild, and that she could no longer be angry with me, that she would protect me and help me. And I'm still scared. I'm ashamed that I didn't help her, I'm ashamed of all the moments I made her angry, I'm ashamed that I didn't apologize to her and that I wasn't by her side when she needed me the most. I don't know what to do, I just want to go to my grandmother. I'm sorry for the long story, I'm sorry for everything, I just wanted to share. Appreciate your loved ones, even if you are angry, even if you are angry, then it's too late.
1 iisaxxo answered
She has already forgiven you. Do not be afraid, she looks down on you and will always support you, even after her death.