I wish I'd visited more

Grandma Rose died last week. I knew it was coming, she was really old, but it still hit me hard. I keep thinking about all those times I said I'd visit, you know? Like, "Oh, I'll come next weekend," or "We should do lunch soon." And then I just...didn't. Life got in the way. Work, stupid TV, hanging out with friends. All that stuff felt so important at the time. Now all I can think about is her sitting there, waiting, and me not showing up. I should have made more time. I really should have. Now it's too late. I miss her laugh. I miss her stories. I just miss her. I hope she knew I loved her, even if I was a terrible grandson.