less talk more action

My maternal grandmother died early this morning. I don’t have any grandparents left now. In recent years, we’ve written letters back and forth, with periods of my slacking off a bit due to being busy with school, work, life. Lame reasons, I know and I knew it at the time as well. In December she was put on hospice; my family freaked. Having worked as a nurses assistant in hospice for the last three years, I felt sad, but knew that it would help her incredibly. It’s so stupid-I kept telling myself that I needed to write to her, even just a card. But same stupid excuses-I get side tract with school, work, trying in vain to keep my house clean…Blah, blah, blah. So now she is gone, as are any links to my family’s past. A few years ago, I interviewed her for a sociology class I was taking. I learned a lot of interesting things about the family, my immediate family as well (boy, was that an eye opener!). I’m so glad that I did that interview.
But the whole point of my writing this is about my lack of writing her when it was so simple. What an easy action it would have been.