Grandma died yesterday, she had 5 kids
and from the looks of it, "the family" is no more
uncle
aunt
uncle
mum
uncle
oldest uncle, he's the tough one, no frills say it like it is
oldest aunt, she's the nun
middle uncle, he's the nice guy don't rock the boat , easy does it
my mum is the mental , selfcentric drama queen
youngest uncle, he's the artistic , pedantic doing better then all the rest, and if not, it's somebody elses fault
that's the summary... i'm sort of #6, as i grew up at grandma's place, she was the mother i never had (since my real one is crazy , unaffectionate , serial marrying make everybody crazy ...ch)
#1 is out of the loop with all other 4, because he's to serious/direct/tough
#2 &3 sort of cling together
#4 &5 sort of talk, when they aren't upset with eachother
#5 and #2 hate eachothers guts, and so #3 also don't play with #2
for all intent and purpose... the family as i grew up in , is no more
It's been down hill since grandpa died now 2 weeks shy of 2 years ago
and it's been an cold war for grandma's sake... now with the inheritance about to come up... i think it'll become a hot war...
Hell, they can't even align for the funeral arrangements...
#5 calls #1 to say that he needs to let #2 know that he knows a soprano singer who can come to the funeral for 350 euro's... ( never mind that grandma's explicit wish was to have a low key service, no frills)
#4 is reported to be "completely knocked over by the passing of grandma, and in the couch in front of hte fireplace" EG, she's tanked up dramatizing... (never mind she hardly visited in the hospital last month, and if she did spent at most 15 minutes at the bed before Effing off... while others went every day for lunch to help GM eat, or at 18h00 again for din-din and caretaking, or hours ot just hold GM's hand and be there so she wouldn't be alone, despite a heavy job, unlike her who does not work anymore since marrying a company director)
i'm 32... but damn i feel old when i have to deal with this... i'm relieved that grandma went out in her sleep, didn't have be awake and battle for hours till death , which was her biggest fear...
last month i spent hours besides her bed watching her suffering the indignity of old age... the fear of dying alone... trying to comfort her, and just be there as much as i could
with the knowledge that the best improvement that can be expected, is to be wheeled back to the retirement house, where she never felt home or happy...
I've done all i could for grandma, the only mother to put me to bed, give me a cross on my forehead, and who loved me like only a mother could... and she was caring for more folks throughout her life... all that knew as far as 1945 say the same thing about her...
"i was always welcome, she took care of me and others... she was a saint to me..."
Just like everybody who knew my grandpa said the : "he was the most honest and trustworthy man you could think off, he helped all his brothers, his family and took care of things...He did everything the right way, with the best possible intentions, efforts and results, with honour"
They both completed each other in good things...
bye bye Grandma, say hi to Grandpa for me... i'll miss you like nothing else in this world
