For all of you who won't know what grief is, grief is sadness, when you have a broken heart, ecspecially in death. It's sorrow, and you envy love too. When you have grief, you can have a hard time believing stuff. My grandma died when I was 9. She died from colon cancer, she was well a lot then she was staying at her daughters house (my aunt) from time to time she wasn't breathing in her sleep, my aunt woke her up when she did that. She died in her sleep. She was the only one I was closest to. I was quite and she was quite my age. We loved the same foods too. All of my family members from her side and my side came, and my grandma's friends too. They said "At least she isn't suffering now.". Most of them said that. I believe she is in a good place right now. Yet I envy those moments, cause I wanted to spend more time with her. I didn't know what I had till its gone. I learned that earlier than kids my age back then. Me and my sister would sleepover at grandmas place. We would always fight there. There was only one bedroom, and another bedroom full of gym stuff. So my grandma slept in her bed while me and my sister slept on couches and watched TV till the morning. When we were visiting her when she had cancer, we felt a little weird. She went through chemo, she was okay. Then we didn't spend that much time with her. I missed my chance. And I spent a lot of time with my family, I didn't want to regret not spending time with them. Grief does good or bad. Sometimes it can break you, sometimes it can help you learn from your mistakes. Trust me, spend time with your family more. Your gonna regret those moments you envied forever. Yours truly-design4real

Design4real wrote on 21st August 2015 04:54 PM:

For all of you who won't know what grief is, grief is sadness, when you have a broken heart, ecspecially in death. It's sorrow, and you envy love too. When you have grief, you can have a hard time believing stuff. My grandma died when I was 9. She died from colon cancer, she was well a lot then she was staying at her daughters house (my aunt) from time to time she wasn't breathing in her sleep, my aunt woke her up when she did that. She died in her sleep. She was the only one I was closest to. I was quite and she was quite my age. We loved the same foods too. All of my family members from her side and my side came, and my grandma's friends too. They said "At least she isn't suffering now.". Most of them said that. I believe she is in a good place right now. Yet I envy those moments, cause I wanted to spend more time with her. I didn't know what I had till its gone. I learned that earlier than kids my age back then. Me and my sister would sleepover at grandmas place. We would always fight there. There was only one bedroom, and another bedroom full of gym stuff. So my grandma slept in her bed while me and my sister slept on couches and watched TV till the morning. When we were visiting her when she had cancer, we felt a little weird. She went through chemo, she was okay. Then we didn't spend that much time with her. I missed my chance. And I spent a lot of time with my family, I didn't want to regret not spending time with them. Grief does good or bad. Sometimes it can break you, sometimes it can help you learn from your mistakes. Trust me, spend time with your family more. Your gonna regret those moments you envied forever. Yours truly-design4real

*breaks like button* Lady, how are you not Wise? You truly deserve wise.

I'm so sorry that you're grandma died. R.I.P to her. This post is very caring, and it makes us think. Thank you for the advice in the end and for making this post. (Ever thought about applying to be a Wise One? You would be perfect for the rank.)

I sorry that your grandma died. she's in heaven dancing with God and Jesus

This post almost made me cry. It's absolutely amazing! I know how it feels losing a family member. My grandpa died last year in August. I miss him terribly but I know he's in a better place. -Tonks

Honestly I'm never one to talk about the people who have died in my life, but I can relate a lot to this post. I'm very sorry for your loss.

I lost my step-father earlier this year. It has been one down hill slope I must tell you. Grief is such a painful thing to go through. I still think about him every single day.
I wish I could have treated him better, had a closer relationship. We treated each other like brother and sister (a little weird), but it was a great time. When I heard he ended his life, I couldn't comprehend that he actually did it. My mind still thought that every other weekend, every Christmas, every summer break I would be able to have great times with him. Well that's not the case at all right now, it's been very hard to go to my mothers house and not see him in his place. It's been very hard to wrap my head around all of it. His funeral was probably the worst day of it all. Seeing him there for the last time, and having to leave him. I miss him so much. I wish I could have treated him better, let him know I loved him like my own father, maybe he would be here today. I don't know. What if's are bad I know, I know. His death has made me learn to treat people a little better, to embrace the times I have with friends, family, everyone around me. To let someone know my feelings about them before it could be too late.

Lately, because of his death, I've been very defensive over the words depression, suicide, etc. So if I ever yell at you for joking about either of those things, now you know why.

Tbh I don't know why I'm letting all of this out on this post, I don't know why I'm letting it out on forums at all, I guess your post really touched me.

(Sorry if this angered you in some way, I really have no where else to get this out. I know the forums isn't a diary, or a place for girls to pour out their feelings, sorry.)

Kara, you didn't do anything wrong! Don't say sorry. It feels good actually typing your feelings down other than telling somebody all of it. I don't think your weird for expressing your emotions. Everybody does it. And I'm so sorry about your stepfather. During summer break, I would eat breakfast then go to my bedroom and do art till dinner. Then, I changed, I though God can take away anybody at any time, so I started spending time with them. It's a little funny how I learned that when I was ten. Now I know my limits. I don't plan out my schedule ever! I just don't want to take control of my life right now. I'll let God do that.