I wish I'd said it

Grandma Rose died last Tuesday. I keep thinking about all the things I never said to her. Like, how her apple pie was the best thing ever. Or how she always knew how to make me laugh, even when I was being a bratty teenager. Or just... how much I loved her. I always thought there'd be more time. You know? More time for visits, more time for phone calls, more time to just... be with her. Now it's just gone. And I'm stuck with all these words that are just rattling around inside me, heavy and useless. I hope she knew, somehow. I really do.