My grandmother was in the hospital....and then in a nursing home...i was sixteen at the time and i loved her dearly with all of my heart...I went to see her and the next week had homecoming....i had bought my dress and i was so excited to go...i never got along with the kids at my school but that was one of the very few times they pretended i wasnt there and didnt care...i was so looking forward to it...i was going to get my hair done and my nails done...something like a special treat for me...but my mom told me that she wanted to take me to see my grandma the night of my homecoming and didnt want me to go...at age sixteen i wanted to go to homecoming...i was looking so forward to it...plus in my mind i thought my grandma would get better even though my mom said she probably wouldnt..well i went to homecoming and my grandma died before i could go visit her again....at her funeral i bawled....i loved her so much and it hurt so bad...and my mother walked up to me...didnt console me...didnt hug me ...she said "The guilty always cry the hardest at the funerals....you will go to hell and pay for what you did...." That has never left me and has broken my heart everytime i think about it...the pain has never left me....i know i was wrong....i admit it...and i beg forgiveness...but thats all i can do...i loved her...i loved her so much....and i know it was wrong to go to homecoming..it was selfish....meh.................