We had a terribly difficult relationship which would take me forever to recount here.
But briefly - she was awful when I was a child and walked out on my df and me when I was 11. She came into her own when I had dc but as soon as they were old enough to have their own opinions she lost interest in them.
My dh died 3 years ago, and I haven’t spoken to her since the week he died - things had gone terribly wrong about two years before his death. I don’t regret that decision, she did something I couldn’t find it in me to forgive.
But there were good times and she did a lot of good for many people (just not me) - she was a bit of a force to be reckoned with.
I knew this day would come and I thought I’d be ok. But I’m not, I’m really not. Feel so sad and can’t stop crying.