My mother just died so the family is still grieving understandably but I cannot for the life of me comprehend why people have to make life even more difficult than it already is.
When she died, it was unexpected but entirely a surprise as she was very old. My sister was with her. I arrived shortly before and we were together at the bedside when she passed.
I had the job of telling the rest of the family. My sons were both informed and they came to the house. The oldest was told first, the younger one was unfortunately told that because his wife is a trouble stirrer that he had to come alone which he did not like one bit.
The rest of the family were told after this.
My sons hardly speak because of the youngest one's wife. I feel like piggy in the middle all of the time and wonder what I could possibly so to heal this rift