Yesterday, I got a call from my ex-husband that his sister, who has cancer, had taken a turn for the worse, in the hospital and being moved to hospice. He wanted me to let our son know. I have been divorced for almost 40 years... I was not close to my xsil. Our DGDs would not have recognized her. When I pick up Difficult Child at school, she was bringing a friend home after school. I mention that this person was being moved to hospice later in the afternoon. She wanted me to drive her and her friend to the hospital. I told her that DCs dad, and his dad had just got here, and she could see if they would take her over once she was settled in hospice. But to give them some time together. My son has not seen his dad for 2 or 3 years, as his dad had been living in a different state.
Well, by the time I checked for msgs on my computer, I find out she had passed, about the time I was picking up Difficult Child from school! Difficult Child and her friend was up stairs dyeing their hair red (another post!) and she saw on her FB that this person had died. OMG! You would have thought she knew this person!!
One of the reasons I didn't want to rush her to the hospital is that she and her two "kind of cousins" don't even get along or is civil to each other. Her cousins is the deceased woman's granddaughters. Then Difficult Child is furious with me, and posts on FB a "RIP Great Aunt Becky. I never got a chance to visit you these last few years. Just know I love and miss you... Etc". Then I got a lecture that I am to tell Difficult Child what is going on with HER family as soon as I hear it... Because she could have left school at 1pm and been there before she passed at 3pm.
She has pulled this behavior in the past, taking a death of a classmate as if they were best friends, but her little sis said that they never hung out with this person. I gave in and drove her to the hospital that was 60 miles away... I saw her lying outside the ICU door, on the floor, sobbing in he hall way, with his family trying to comfort her! He died, and she even had his mom give her a lock of his hair.
The reason I didn't have a relationship with my xsil, is that she was an alcoholic and drug user. Her own dtr wouldn't let her own kids spend time at her home, or be in a car with her. I mean, I am sorry for her families loss, but it isn't my loss. My Difficult Child doesn't even know what this woman looks like, and doesn't remember meeting her.
Am I just cold and unfeeling? Or is this part of her mental disorder? KSM
Well, by the time I checked for msgs on my computer, I find out she had passed, about the time I was picking up Difficult Child from school! Difficult Child and her friend was up stairs dyeing their hair red (another post!) and she saw on her FB that this person had died. OMG! You would have thought she knew this person!!
One of the reasons I didn't want to rush her to the hospital is that she and her two "kind of cousins" don't even get along or is civil to each other. Her cousins is the deceased woman's granddaughters. Then Difficult Child is furious with me, and posts on FB a "RIP Great Aunt Becky. I never got a chance to visit you these last few years. Just know I love and miss you... Etc". Then I got a lecture that I am to tell Difficult Child what is going on with HER family as soon as I hear it... Because she could have left school at 1pm and been there before she passed at 3pm.
She has pulled this behavior in the past, taking a death of a classmate as if they were best friends, but her little sis said that they never hung out with this person. I gave in and drove her to the hospital that was 60 miles away... I saw her lying outside the ICU door, on the floor, sobbing in he hall way, with his family trying to comfort her! He died, and she even had his mom give her a lock of his hair.
The reason I didn't have a relationship with my xsil, is that she was an alcoholic and drug user. Her own dtr wouldn't let her own kids spend time at her home, or be in a car with her. I mean, I am sorry for her families loss, but it isn't my loss. My Difficult Child doesn't even know what this woman looks like, and doesn't remember meeting her.
Am I just cold and unfeeling? Or is this part of her mental disorder? KSM