Sorry to jump in. Just had a phonecall from Mum.
Grandma (Dad's mum) has been 'dying' for about two years now. It's true that she's struggling with her heart, has angina, and has been in and out of hospital. She's not exactly well. On the other hand, she's well over 90 (92 or 94 possibly). Things will be going wrong now. And she's been 'dying' since before Mum and Dad got married 40 years ago, in an attempt to delay the wedding, so I take it with a pinch of salt. I've been told '2 weeks' a number of times in the past few years. I've been told she's giving me money. I'm not prepared to jump to her tune any more, and a lot of the trouble between me and Dad has come about because of this- he's upset that I'm using my mind and making this decision. I've been wobbling on and off about getting the phonecall, as I was pretty sure Dad would use it to make contact.
So when Mum called - I expected the news. But I didn't get that news.
Dad's older brother lives in France. He's been hopping back and forth for two years (he lived with her for the first six months until it became clear that the 'two weeks' just wasn't right), and he's back and forth regularly since. The two brothers haven't been close until this past few years - a lot of the antagonism came from there, and Dad cut the whole lot out until a couple of years back, and now he's back to Grandma's bedside, and him and Uncle are getting on.
Uncle was walking back from a meeting yesterday, and he collapsed and died.
Dad went over to Grandma's to be with her - she's just lost a son. Grandma is spitting feathers. Furious with my Aunt who apparently piles the pressure on Uncle, who's clearly been driven to an early grave because of that terrible woman.
Basically, a classic Narc reaction.
What has been very interesting has been Dad. He called Mum, and asked her to pass the message on, because he knows that talking to me is upsetting for me.
It cannot be easy for him today, but he did manage to have that compassionate thought today.
It's made me feel... odd. Not like I'm going to rush to his side - I can't possibly handle that at the moment. More, that perhaps, maybe, at some point, I'll be able to have conversations with him again. Possibly not as father and daughter, but as person and person. Maybe.
I passed the message back to give my condolences, and that I really, really appreciate him giving me the space at the moment, so thanking him for that. I wonder if maybe, after all the therapy, when I feel confident about who I am and able to stand up for myself, maybe I'll be able to converse a little bit.
Basically today, I find I love him a very tiny, small amount. It's odd. Through all the anger, there's this tiny trickle of love.