We lost grandma Kitty about a week ago.
We knew it was coming but it still hurts like a needle in the heart. She fought, but her body gave up- they're calling it dementia due to covid, how that works I'll never know. She was so depressed that nobody came to visit in the hospital, not realizing she couldn't have but 1 visitor per day. My mom would go and spend all day but cousins would go for an hour or two and leave. This left grandma alone and not allowed visitors the rest of the day. I hope she gets to heaven and has a nice chat with Jesus over this shit.
Once she was at my mom's house, she could have all the visitors she wanted but at that point dementia was full blown and she was mentally a6yr old child. She wouldn't eat anything, drink a sip or 2 of ensure and was calling my mom (Cindy) Ramona or Juanita. Aunt Juanita is the oldest sister, passed on about 10 years ago, and we have no clue who Ramona is. Neither name sounds like Cindy.
I started making phone calls, my mom handled the hospice paperwork, we were all on auto pilot. I was telling people grandma didn't want a big memorial, plant a tree in her name, if...IF we have a memorial I will absolutely call, text, facebook... somehow I'll let people know.
During one of these phone calls, nancy overheard and assumed I was telling people there WAS going to be a memorial, and like the bitch she is, went and tattled to my mom, who already had enough on her plate, you fucking bleach bottle blond troll. I explained to my mom and we resumed our jobs so the troll could get gone.
Once everyone was gone, I stayed for a little while and we went over what had to be done, who had to be told what, and so forth. Even though I had told mike she passed, when I came home, he was at the bar. Super supportive boyfriend? FML
