My mothers parents died before my birth.
Her mother died in her early 50's due to a (probable) preventable stroke had she taken her medication. She likely could have been saved but due to medical malpractice she died (this judgment was rendered by court in a wrongful death suit). My grandfather took the loss of my grandmother very hard. He hit the bottle to cope & my aunt regularly found him drunk, passed out, sleeping, or crying at my grandmother's grave. He drank himself to death after what happened to my grandma.
I've spent a lot of time learning about them from other family members. The overwhelming feeling I got was how they were deeply loved by so many. It makes me angry that I never had the chance to experience & understand that myself.
Often I wonder, after what happened to my grandma, had never happened I might have known her or in turn have known my grandfather. Seems like I'm constantly playing a mental game of 'what if'. I really feel like I was robbed of the opportunity to know them. How can I stop feeling that way?

