So my grandmother died late last night. She was great a month ago, but then she just nosedived; dementia is a motherfucker. She passed with family by her side, and I was rubbing her arm.

I took care of her for 11 years, and I thought after all this time I'd be okay, but it hurts more than I expected. I've been told there was nothing else I could do, and she lived as long as she did because I was there, but I still feel like I failed. I may very well cry myself to sleep tonight.

R.I.P. Yaya