He is gone

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I am just home having sat with my wonderful, wonderful grandad as he peacefully slipped away. He was my last surviving older relative and thoroughly terrific person in every way. My Facebook is filled with people, young and old telling me how wonderful he was. He was a total inspiration and the kindest, most positive person. I feel very privileged to be able to call him mine.
I now have to organise yet another funeral with my dsis. I'm not sure how I will ever manage to explain to my dd or my unborn child how fantastic their great grandfather was. He was a brave war veteran, amazing drummer, terrible joke- teller, biscuit eating, loving man and I miss him already.
He had a fabulous life, which I am truly grateful for but will leave a gaping hole in my heart.
I hope there is a heaven and that my mum, aunt and grandma were waiting for him with a cup of tea and a penguin biscuit.

Thank you everyone.
I've stopped mopping about. Just at 2 in the morning, up with indigestion, everything was whizzing round my head.
Headed to police station during my lunch break and gave a statement. Also told them and gave them photos of my bruises after being pinned to the wall.
They want to look way back at bank statements and ones for my mum too as she was "helping" mum in the last few months of her life, when I had just become a mum.
I hope they don't find any more evidence of wrong doing. I feel angry enough that my mum isn't here, yet my aunt is fit, healthy and wastes her life feeling sorry for herself.

Oh dear. I do hope it hasn't been going on that long. Wen did your aunt move in with your granda?

Well done on reportong both that and e attack on you. Not easy things to do.

You are very strong Drama. You don't feel like it, but you are. Let your dh take a bit of the load, cry on his shoulder, let him comfort you. It's OK to go to pieces a bit especially if you've got a good person covering your back, like you have. And it's OK for dd to see you being sad and taking comfort, too. It will help her learn how to do it herself.

Please read MrsC's post again (and again!). She is so right. You know that if a friend of yours were in the middle of all this, you would help her. Believe that no one except an idiot would think you were crap. You are not crap.

See the doc. Get yourself signed off. Take some time to breathe, walk in the woods/by the sea/wherever your soul takes you. Cry. It's not fair, it just isn't.

Dh found the paperwork - in a perfectly good safe place that I was sure I had checked. I was looking for a blue folder though. It was green.
He then went out in the snow and washed the car. He is the best!
Woop for new car!
My mum moved in with Granda after 10 long weeks in hospital with the eventual diagnosis of bone cancer, having spread from her breast. She had pins holding her skeleton together and was basically robomum!
During mum's stay, grandma had also been admitted to a different ward where they found cancer in her abdomen. They never found where it started.
The weeks they were both in hospital were horrendous. We all seemed to live in the hospital corridors going from one to the other.
This also all came 2 weeks after my ds was still born. I was still recovering from his birth too.
My aunt started helping my grandparents at that point - nearly 4 years ago.
I know that there was still lots of money left when we came to organise my gran's funeral. She never got out of hospital and died after 7 weeks. Mum had been home a week. When I think back now, I have no idea how mum managed to walk into the crem and stand with me to deliver the eulogy.
I come from a long line of strong willed, women. No wonder, dd is so stubborn at times.
My mum and aunt couldn't have been more different. In every single way. I now don't know about the thought that my aunt has mild learning difficulties. We have all made so many allowances and bent over backwards to help her over the years. She is now going to be assessed to see what is going on.
However, it seems she is better at lying than we thought. God knows what the truth is.
On the day of Granda's funeral, she handed me a brooch/pin on a card saying "special niece". This is apparently a guardian angel.
With everything that happened that day I had forgotten all about it. I found it in my bag today. I feel like giving her it back and telling her to shove it. I won't but I am so angry and dumbfounded by everything that is being uncovered.
I keep imagining what my gran would say/do. That makes me sad but laugh at the same time. She would never have allowed her to use the cards the way Granda did. He was such a big softie and couldn't see bad points in anyone, with the exception of maybe Hitler! Gran was much more savvy. This made them a wonderful team.
I had suspicions that she hadnt been as careful with his money as he was but I had no idea of the extent. I thought she wasn't shopping around for bargains and buying too much food that often was wasted. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine what we have discovered.
I did try to change things but Granda was always so insistent that she was doing her best. I thank god that he died without knowing all this. I don't know how he would have dealt with such a betrayal.

After reading a post by Purple on Lou's thread, I think I am going to ask this thread to be moved to OTBT.

I think it's a good idea to move it. You have been through more than most over the years.

Now it's time for your aunt & cousin to reap the rewards of their malicious behaviour. It's in the hands of the police now, let them take care of it. I don't know how they look at themselves in the mirror. I really hope they are scared now and waiting for the fall.

It's clear that you are your mother's daughter (and your gran's), and of a very different stamp to your aunt. I don't know how people like that look at themselves, either, but some people seem to have an outstanding ability to lie to themselves so lieing to others is easy-peasy.

I hope you've got bright sunshine there, as we do here. It reminds me that after the dark and cold of winter, there is new hope for what's to come.