Yea..I can relate. My grandmother that I was the closest to growing up passed away the one night I said I would come by and see her and I didnt get a chance to cause of work. And I felt so guilty when my uncle showed up to tell us the news, I hit the floor screaming. Later that night I was laying on the couch..saying how sorry I was and wish I could have gone or called or said goodbye, something, but while on that couch...I heard my grandmother call me from the kitchen and I raised up very carefully of course and I had the calmest ok feeling I have ever had come over me. So I knew then it was ok, she had forgiven me. Of course it still stings when I think about it but I know also she knows without a doubt I love her and miss her so much. My other grandmother when she passed away, I had promised I would come see her and I did whatever it took to go see her and I walked into the room and I was the only person she recognized that day and we said our love yous and I left about 30 mins later. She died about 5-10 mins after I left the hospital. Its crazy how things come and work....I promise that night when my first grandmother that I wouldnt let a love one go a day without knowing I love them and I think God gave me that chance with my other grandmother. And to this day..never ever let a love one go a day without lettin them know u love them.