My Grandma Gene passed away on June 15, 2019. She was quite simply one of the most amazing humans I've ever met, and I got to call her Grandma. Losing her was difficult, and I haven't been to the cemetery since the funeral. I'm not proud of that, but I own it. COVID was an issue last year, but honestly, I shouldn't hide behind that because the truth is, I wasn't ready to visit her at the cemetery. During her last few months, I spent every single day with her at the nursing home. She would call me in the middle of the night. She didn't know where she was and wanted me to find her because she was scared. I can't tell you how many trips I made out…