i am crying.
i am hurt.

not being there at the wake doesnt mean i dont care.
its just that i cannot cannot bring myself to.

someone unrelated to me as passed on.
she might be unimportant but she was a fraction of my childhood memory.

it hurts as bad as when Godpa passed away.
and i dont want to prepare for the day Godma meets her maker.
i love her so very much and its not good knowing age is catching up with her.

thats why we cannot, should not, live in regrets.