This is also the moment when reality hit me like a ton of bricks, when she didn't greet me like she always did with her precious hugs , his kisses and his beautiful smile now gone. . I was sad and even heartbroken that I wasn't there when she passed away. But I realized that saying one last goodbye didn't matter. It was the life we ​​had and shared together that did it. And that can never be taken away from me. Knowing that she wasn't going to kiss me again and that my emotions were making me irrational and selfish because in my head I was screaming, wake up, please come back to me, don't leave me, it was difficult to say goodbye and accept. The fact that she was gone, my eyes were swollen from the endless stream of tears that seemed to never end. My time with her ended when I was interrupted by the paramedics who were there to transport my grandmother's body.