My mother died when I was a few months old. I was brought up in an unhappy abusive home by my father and stepmother. Ten years ago I traced my mother’s sister and met her and her husband. They were lovely, very welcoming. I saw them a couple of times a year when we would go for meals together and we kept in touch by text messages and emails too. My auntie introduced me to her adult child and she was very cold. She very obviously didn’t want to have a relationship with me, which I respected and didn’t pursue.
I remained in contact with my auntie and her husband and saw them regularly. I’ve just found out completely by accident that my auntie died in early January. The funeral has been and gone.
It really stings that they either didn’t see fit to tell me that my auntie had died, or consciously decided not to tell me. She was the only living link to my mother. I’m really gutted but not sure whether I was expecting too much. I don’t feel I was but would appreciate some objective views. Please be kind, my mental health is not great at the moment.