Yup, it has been 17 years since my Grampa died. I called Gram after 17 years. Long story that has seemed to turnout good. My DGF died of pancreatic cancer the day I visited and told him I loved him and he could go. Not that I had that right but I think people need to hear that sometimes. Gram thought otherwise. She thought I killed him. I know she was sad but to blame it on me really hurt, that is why I haven't called. For some reason I felt like calling today. Glad I did. Just had to share, hopefully someone can relate.