Five years ago this morning, I got a phone call that I'll pretty much never forget.

Grandma D. and I had had a bit of a weird relationship. She was cranky and ornery and difficult most of the time, and despite our early years of sharing "Brown Eyed Girl" and bad primetime soaps... well, we had some issues. Those weeks leading up to her death were one of the darkest times of my life, so I hadn't been really good about keeping in touch. And then she was gone, and I never got to say goodbye.

It still hurts.