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I think about her all the time. I never got to say good-bye. The last time I saw her I was depressed and broken. All I wanted to do was go home. Then camp came. I was so excited. A week away from family. I came home to find that my guardian angel had died while I was away, having fun, at camp. I felt so guilty. I wanted to blame it on the person who caused me to be so depressed the first time at her house. I blamed it on God. I knew it was wrong. I started to blame myself. I would cry. That never helped. I cut myself to see the blood to remind myself that I was still alive. I felt so dead inside. I yelled at everyone. I guess it's not as bad now as it was then. I cry over her sometimes. My little baby brother or sister will never get to meet their granny. I miss her so much. R.I.P. Jeanne Bell, A Loving Mother, A Great Best Friend, A Wonderful Grandmother, and A Sweet Caring Daughter. You will always be in my heart granny. I love you.