My grandmother, Meemee, on my former stepdad's side died today after a year-long struggle with cancer. I haven't seen her since 2013. I kept meaning to visit, but I guess life and minuscule things just kept my mind occupied and I never went by. She was a big part of my childhood and always treated me as one of her own grandkids. She would always light up when I would go by and of course offer me treats like my own grandmother does. Knowing she was on the worse part of having cancer, I should've gone by to visit. I guess in my mind, I didn't think she would be gone. I guess I doubted ever losing the opportunity to go visit her. But now, when it's already too late, I've lost the very thing I didn't expect to. I suppose it's been a long time since I've had to go through the process of losing someone so I took my time with her for granted. My mother had a sweet post about how Meemee taught lots of things about making a home and how to love others and how she loved us as her own when she didn't have to. I feel like I lost the privilege to comment about her life and death when I didn't take the time or make the effort to show her I cared.

If you don't read any other part of this post, read this: Don't take the time you have with someone for granted. If there's someone you mean to visit and you keep putting it off, give them a phone call or go by. It would've taken 15 minutes out of my day to have gone by to see her and now more than anything, I wish I could go back and do it right.