My great grandfather passed away this morning. He had bone cancer. In a way I'm happy he is dead, because he was in a lot of pain and discomfort and it was horrible seeing him like that. But I miss him a lot.

I also feel really badly. I hadn't talked to him in almost a year and I feel like I should have. I should have talked to him more. But I didn't. So I don't know. I feel kind of responsible for it in a way.