It was all very simple....she and my DF were going to move to the seaside and live in a beach hut...the grandchildren would go visit and learn to build sandcastles....
Instead my DM is dying and has been given a low chance of making it through another year.
How can my DM possibly teach my DD to knit/sew/cook and a million other things she was supposed to do if she doesn't make it to my DD second birthday?
How can she have screwed up the very simple task of staying alive till at least 100?
On a scale of 1 to massively U, how U is it that anger is forming a significant part of my reaction to this news?
Please come tell me this is normalish or shout some fecking compassion into me or something...anything.