I got a call a few weeks ago that my grandfather has cancer. It is terminal and will probably go very quickly since they will not even let him return to his home and have moved him to a nursing facility. He is 88 years old and has lived a long life. His wife passed a couple of years ago.
My brother, sister, and myself have never been close to these grandparents so although we feel badly for the circumstance there is little in the way of personal loss. That sounds callous, but they were just not the touchy, feely kind of grandparents people think of. We kept in loose contact, but that was about it. No emotional ties.
My Nmother is the only child and has flown to "assist" my grandfather. I have not called her. The reason is because I believe her "assistance" is a sham. My mother has not been able to hold a steady job for ten years. She will use anything as an excuse to not work. When my grandmother died she quit her job so she could "be with her". There were two reasons my mother quit her job: 1) she didn't want to work and 2) she thought quitting made her "look" like a selfless saint. People deal with aging and sick relatives all the time and do not have to quit their jobs. It is ridiculous she does this because she lives way beyond her means and is always in debt.
I have traditionally been the voice in our family. But, when my brother and sister and I drove to my grandmother's funeral I made a decision before we left not to speak on these issues. I would go and offer support to my grandfather and pay my last respects. That is all and that is it. During our eight hour ride in the car my usually silent brother began to speak (out of the blue) about his feelings and apprehension regarding having to deal with our mother. I WAS SHOCKED! Everything I had been thinkiing, feeling, and saying for years came up. He was dreading having to deal with her. I sat silently and listened stating only that I was already on record with my feelings about our mother. This was a hugely affirming even for me.
As expected my mother used her own mother's death and funeral as a stage for her own dramatics. It was as if she had rehearsed some of her reactions. The sad thing is that the audience was so small because my grandparents had little social liife. Still, it was an embarrassing and dysfunctional mess. Nobody confronted her, but nobody fed into her behavior either. We all sat and watched as she (like a small child) made feeble attempts at gathering sympathy and attention. But, nobody moved to comfort her - not her children, her father, her husband, nobody... It seemed to me that everyone had finally become aware of all her games and simply did not want to play anymore.
So, in light of all this, I have made a decision not to attend my grandfather's funeral. The reason is that I do not believe it is a send off for him, a time to say good-bye and pay last respects. I believe that it will just be a sadistic platform for my mother. I will send flowers, make a donation, etc., but do not want to be a part in making a mockery out of this man's funeral. Tell me the truth. Am I off on this? Is this just too cold-hearted? What would you do? Thanks, guys...
ANewSheriff