My Grandmother is on her deathbed. She treated me different than the other kids. Thought I wasn’t my Dad’s kid. Went to visit her yesterday. Haven’t seen her in probably 9 years. She’s pretty much in a coma and told her I forgive her and love her. It was probably for me than her. She squeezed my hand. I needed to tell her how I felt and get some closure. May or may not go to the funeral unless my dad needs me there.I came from the dirt. My dad died a month ago and it made my day.