Tonight my mom called me and left a message that my Grandma Hannah died this morning. She seemed somber yet I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as I'm sure my dad did as well .... that is after he finished doing cartwheels around the living room.
Yeah, I know. We're going to hell. But let me explain. She is my dad's stepmother and straight off the boat from Germany. Sure she taught me how to play canasta and took me to Silver Dollar City, and allowed me (ok my dad allowed it) to use her money to pay off my Visa so I wouldn't have to pay finance charges; but all in all she was a bitchy old hag. Ok, maybe that's a little too harsh but she wasn't a very pleasant person to be around.
The person I feel for the most is my dad. He became her official guardian a few months (maybe a year) ago and has been dealing with legal stuff and calls from the police when she as accused him of stealing her scooter keys. Now there's the matter of sorting everything out. It'll be a long process but at least there's light at the end of the tunnel.
Is it wrong that I didn't cry when my dad's dad and stepmom died? I'm typically a very emotional person and have cried during commercials. Something must be said about that.
Okay, 2 blogs are enough for one day. Back to packing.
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