I should have called

Grandma died last month. I keep thinking about all the times I meant to call her, but didn't. Life just got in the way, you know? Work, errands, stupid TV. There was always "tomorrow." But tomorrow never came. Now she's gone, and all I have are voicemails I can't bring myself to listen to. Mom says she understood, but I don't. I don't understand why I couldn't make five damn minutes for the woman who baked me cookies every week of my childhood. I miss her laugh. I miss her stories. I just miss her. And I'm so, so sorry I wasn't a better grandkid. I hope she knew I loved her, even if I was too busy to show it.