It's been years since I talked to anyone on my side of the family. After my mom passed, my grandmother and aunt came. My grandmother, Gwen, soured the experience for me. Back in the days leading to my marriage to Lady A, I thought about them a bit. Lady A wanted to go and contact them, send them invitations but I didn't follow through.

Lady A finally got sick of my procrastination and in less than 45 minutes on the computer, found a number, called it and in just a few minutes I was reunited with my aunt Chris.

It was good to hear her after all these years. Chris helped raise me when my mom had to work. She helped me through school and was one of the few grounding rods in my life. When I became an adult, I joined the military and became ungrounded. We all know where that can lead.

It took Lady A to reground me to life properly, but having Chris back seems more settling, helpful.

We talked for awhile, catching up on our lives, what's happened and such. My uncle, John, passed away about three years ago from complications to Diabetes. I feel bad I wasn't there to say goodbye. Gwen, my grandmother and a personal bane in my life, in my opinion, passed away this past April 4th. Talking to Chris and hearing how the past few years of my grandmother's life panned out I realized that what my mom said became true. Gwen died truly alone and unattonal for her words or actions.

I've been thinking it over, since Chris and I talked. I thought I was feeling remorse for not speaking to my grandmother all these years. But as the time came down and the more I thought about it, it wasn't remorse or regret for what I chose. It was regret for Gwen, for how she chose her life. I feel sorry for her soul, because even to her death bed she never changed.