My great grandmother... she is 83 years old.

Addicted to genealogy... and well FarmVille on Facebook. But not only a collector. She saved a letter my mother wrote to her when I was really really little. At that point my mother had been remarried, different name, different place.

I’m first generation and don’t have a lot of family here in the United States. Majority of my family resides in England.

So when I was sixteen she ended up finding my mom on Facebook under a her new last name. And then she found us... a 70 something year old woman addicted to FarmVille used social media to find and reconnect a family.

I spent so many nights as a teenager searching through Facebook, Myspace, random news postings for my father. All I knew was his name and his age.

My father was a drug addict when I was a baby, he had been locked up, and was in different states throughout the years. Eventually he came back home to grandmas, sobered up, got a well paying job and got married.

But because of this woman she reconnected my father with my brother and I. And I learned that I had a younger brother... and now I have a wonderful relationship with my father.

The issue is... I feel so guilty. There had been times she had message me, or tried to call me. Mostly when I’m at work, and I’m like sorry grams I gotta go.

Well now she’s in a hospital with a bunch of tubes hooked up to her, and unconscious because she had a massive stroke. And I feel so many negative and bad emotions.

Mostly I hate myself. I feel guilty for not talking to her more...