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I was in the middle of typing up some totally pointless and selfish blog entry last night when the phone rang and I was told that my last remaining grandparent had died. She was the most resilient person I had ever met, always bouncing back from any illness getting in her way. That's why I didn't believe my uncle initially when he told me....

I hate myself for only fully appreciating people now. Why am I so selfish and always think of myself first? Why didn't I go down to see her more often? It's not that difficult to make a little effort for someone who lives their entire life in the same room everyday.








Immature blogs don't seem to interest me anymore.