My uncle died Saturday afternoon in Massachusetts. I got the call Sunday morning. (They "forgot" to call me Saturday night. Thanks.) Half the family here left Saturday afternoon and arrived there Sunday morning.
Sunday afternoon, the nursing home where Grandma is (here) called my dad's to say that family should come immediately. What family is left that didn't go to Mass., including me (they actually called me this time, shock), went up. (My uncle who died is Grandma's son-in-law.)
By the time I got done yelling at my husband for taking both sets of keys with him, a friend showed up to give me a ride to see Grandma. She is not really conscious. She is 90 and has Alzheimer's and cancer. Add some rough family dynamics on top of that and it's just a whole "thing". (And none of them are Jewish, don't forget...) Already the behavior of some of these people has me feeling like *I* need to admit myself to detox.
So, I won't be around so much...