Hey kids, I have a vent.
My great-grandmother passed away last week. It's sad, but okay. She was in her 90s, and my great-grandpa passed away a few months ago and she missed him terribly during the times she realized what was going on. I feel really lucky to have visited her a couple months ago. It was shortly after her husband passed, and she looked at my wedding photos, and told me I have some very "valuable" pictures, and someday that was all I'd have left. She took my hand and looked at my wedding and engagement rings, then showed me hers and tried to tell me about them. She cried, I cried. It was both heartbreaking and inspiring. I'll never forget that.
Now, on to the people suck part.
I have a large family. When my great-grandpa passed, everything went to his wife, obviously. Now that she's gone, they'll have to read his will and get everything settled. Well, they haven't done that just yet, since grandma's funeral was just the other day. My grandpa and his brother are in charge of all that, and the subject of what to do with great-grandma's rings came up. They agreed that my aunt should get them. She spent a lot of time taking care of my great-grandparents over the years, and she never had a wedding set of her own. She and my uncle married really young on short notice, and they've never really had much money. I think she had a wedding band but it broke years ago.
Well, I just found out from my mom that at my great-grandma's viewing, my dad's cousin cried and convinced her dad to give great-grandma's rings to her before the casket was even closed. She said great-grandma told her she could have them, and my great-uncle had to do something to keep the peace (at the viewing of all things), so there they went.
It just turns my stomach. I get it, people are upset. I get that. It's sad and people want something to hold onto. But... honestly... to approach my great-uncle and get hysterical and beg for her wedding rings
right there in the funeral home?
I am humiliated by association. Apparently, class doesn't run in my family.
Sorry for all the so-and-so's such-and-such and great-whatevers. I have a big family, as I mentioned. They are also very loud, have very big personalities, and TONS of drama at all times. My life could be a movie. I'm thinking a romantic comedy, but a friend of mine said it's more like a sitcom- i.e. Everybody Loves Raymond. I can't disagree with that.
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Uncle passed away, his daughter wants his jewelry and cars. She didn't come see him while he was sick, and honestly, his things need to be sold to pay his debtors.
People suck sometimes.
Do you think your aunt will get the rings back?
I do wonder if my dad might say something to his cousin, though. He's the type who sometimes would.
I just can't believe it. I mean, I CAN, which is awful. My family is so over-the-top. When things are great, they're SO GREAT and everyone loves everyone else. When things are bad, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
My dad's family has been known to just cut people out of all family events and relationships over something as simples as talking to someone that had wronged a cousin or sibling.
Seriously. I was born into the hillbilly mafia, man.
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Something sort of similar happened when my great-grandma died, apparently. She left her ring to my Mom in her will, which pissed my Grandma off (who had really no relationship with her mother at that point). So my Grandma tried to steal the ring from my Mom several times, so my Dad went and got a safe deposit box and kept it there for 30 years. And that is why Grandma can't find out where my ring came from (though she can try her best at prying it from my kung fu death grip).
Sassy, where are you from?
Wrkn- I see you may also be familiar with the hillbilly mafia.
I'd rather not say where I'm from, in case someone somewhere starts piecing together who I am and it comes back to bite me. Because people do that, you know. But, yeah, KY wouldn't be far off.
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Similar happened at my grandmothers funeral. Four out of five of the siblings wanted her cremated and she had told my dad she did. The youngest sibling and gram's BF said no and it turned into a huge ordeal, calling it a "Betty BarBQ" and BF was going to set my dad on fire. Needless to say, there was no Betty BarBQ and BF got his way. The BF also went into the house when everyone was at the hospital to raid the stuff he wanted. My cousins also stole jewelry and things out of the house the first time they were alone for a minute.
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However, it doesn't really shock me. I've seen and heard of really awful stuff after the death of a loved one.
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Yeah, that's my "tasteless-grabbing-for-dead-person's-prized-possessions" story.
GL girl. Sorry for your loss.
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I forsee something similar happening when my dad's mom goes. She's 80, and BSC. But the family living with her is a pile of leeches. And I forsee some shiiit going down when she goes. Especially when Dad and his other brother put the house on the market and kick out the leeches that are living there. Ayayayay.
Sorry for your loss dear. I hope things get better. And the good news? There's always karma to kick your dad's cousin in the butt when she least expects it.
We had something similar happen, too, but fortunately not at the funeral. My grandma and uncle brought this desk down to our house years ago after my grandpa passed away in 1995. Well, a couple years ago, my aunt decided that it was hers (no idea why) and started harassing my mom to give it to her.
My mom, being a peacekeeper, said "Sure, but you have to make the arrangements." My aunt happens to be unemployed and lives with grandma, so she continued to insist that my mom send it back at my mom's expense. We eventually gave in, dismantled the desk, and sent it UPS back to my grandma's house. It was freaking ridiculous over a piece of furniture.
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Is it just that "I'm the center of the universe" complex or something? How many centers of the universe are there, anyway?
Thanks for all the well wishes, and I'm sorry for all you other folks who have been through similar things. It sucks.
To be honest, I cried more over knowing that my grandparents are likely to be the next deaths I'll need to deal with- a fact I just don't know how to handle- than I did due to sadness for my great-grandma's passing. She lived a long, long life full of love and happy times. She really wasn't doing well, physically or mentally, and after my great-grandpa passed away I think she was just really ready to be with him.
But I'm so blessed to have grown up with some of my great-grandparents... and now I am really just worried about how I'll cope with the loss of my grandparents eventually.
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