... And I just found out today. And the funeral is Saturday (5/9) at ~2 PM. I almost didn't get off work to go to the funeral tomorrow too.

Okay, so there's a long family history filled with drama on my dad's side of the family. He and my uncle Alan do NOT get along. My dad never really spoke with anyone from his family right after I was born, and didn't talk to his mom until I was 14, right after our house caught fire. There's still a lot of bad blood as far as my dad's concerned.

Anyways, my uncle Alan was taking care of my grandmom. He never even called us to let us know she had died. We found out when my mom's friend READ IT IN THE OBITUARY SECTION OF THE NEWSPAPER, then called to offer her condolences. I totally wanna punch my uncle in the mouth now.

I didn't meet my dad's mom until I was 14, but I always enjoyed going over with my mom after we met and talking with her. We were there when she had to go to the hospital for an emergency. I cut her hair for her one summer because it was getting really hot and her hair was making her uncomfortable. I wish there wasn't all this bad blood so I could have met her sooner, and spent more time with her.

I didn't expect this at all. I knew she wasn't in great health but I didn't think she was so close to dying. I wish I would have bugged my mom to call my uncle to let us see her (the last year or so she has had a nurse paid for by my uncle, and no one was allowed to see my grandmom without his permission). Or bugged him myself.

My sister and mom have told me multiple times that I look like her....

I feel rotten and cheated and my nerves are shot. My sister and I are going to the funeral tomorrow, and I guess I get to meet all these people I've heard of and never met because my dad and uncle hate each other, and because my dad hated my grandmom. Yay.