Just that really. It's her birthday today and I'm getting ready to visit, but I don't want to go. I hate going to the home, I hate that she is still here, but that she isn't really her, I feel so guilty for not doing more to try and make her "life" more bearable, I hate it that she's gone but not gone. We were so close, and I've grieved for her so badly, and I can't understand why life won't just let her go. 102. And we are 'celebrating' with cake. It's a joke. I'm just so sad for her, and I miss her so much. I don't know why I'm posting this other than to get that off my chest.