Well, that's it folks! Immediately following the
end of my first year of college I took my grand-
mother to the doctor and got the news that she
had lung cancer, and today I buried her: three
weeks and a day in total. That. Went. Fast.
She died Wednesday night, and we buried her
this afternoon, and thank God my father had
the foresight to go ahead and get his name on
the deed to her house and get his name down
as the executer of her estate.
I loved my "step-grandfather", but he was the lone
diamond among some really rough family. Greed
does not begin to describe them. I thought we'd
seen the last of them after my grandfather died and
we made it perfectly clear they were not getting
anything else from us; they haven't spoken to us in
about three years. But, lo and behold, the moment
they found out she was terminally ill, they came
running, with feigned sympathies and offers to buy
her furniture and possessions [all while she was still
alive, and to her face].
But, we got through the tunnel, and they're not
getting any more this time around.
I've been fine. I made my peace with this some
time ago, but my dad...oh boy. He's having a
hard time. He is now the last surviving member
of his family. It's has to be hard, losing two
brothers and both parents, and be the youngest
among them.
But, like I said, it's over and done with now, and
with the inheritance she left him, he can buy the
truck he's been wanting, and I can finally have
time to go out and find a job! It's odd though;
it's second nature by now to expect to go out to
"Dot's" house, or take her to the doctor, or run
to the pharmacy and get her medicine, or go to
the grocery store, etc.
I can deal with that though. I can deal with the
death of an 80-year-old woman that lived a full
life, raised two good sons, married two good men,
picked cotton on the farm, ran moonshine in the
mountains, became one of the original "Rosie-the-
Rivoter"s, worked hard and with a strong ethic,
lived passionately, fought fiercely and stubbornly,
and chain-smoked for fifty years--it was the idea
that she was suffering that bothered me.
But she ain't no mo! So I'm good.
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