Spirit and I paid for a plane ticket for my ma to fly out tonight. I don't really know what else to say. I'm spending time with my dad, Spirit's at work. I called off work for some OT I was supposed to pick up tomorrow. I don't really know what else to say. I want to write, but I just... can't. I want to work on that whole list of things I'd like to get done, but it's hard to get my head in the game. I don't really know what else to say. She lived with us for years before my parents divorced. Then she moved to the east coast and she and I weren't really close in the past fifteen years. Still, she was always so civil on the phone with me. Even warm, even if a bit prickly about the past. She always seemed like she was going to outlive all of us though. I had the chance to fly out with my ma during my aunt's unveiling thing (one year after a funeral, it's tradition to gather back around to, essentially, put mourning to closure). I was focused on work though, and money was tight. I always figured I'd see her at some point in the future. I was going to invite her to our wedding. She was going to do the alterations on my wedding dress, and I was going to insist that that was plenty enough of a wedding gift, even though she pfft at the idea and insisted she was going to insist on getting us something else, probably make us a blanket or something. My ma had just spoke with her yesterday, and left a message on her machine last night to call her later. I got the news through a voicemail from my dad. I had to get over to their apartment; I could hear my ma in those deep gasping sobs... they had always been so close, so very close. Even as the rest of her family alienated her, they were still so close. Her brother... it's been a long time since I last wanted to kill someone to this degree. Not only was getting information from him like pulling teeth (he lives in the same state, nearby), but he refused to let my ma stay with him, and as if all that wasn't enough? He doesn't want the funeral held til the end of the week.

Doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but my grandmother was Jewish, thanks to my grandfather. In the branch of Judaism she held to, burials are performed within 48 hours, tops. My aunt, however, is Catholic, and from what I could gather, he converted. I have no clue what their beliefs are and don't really care enough to look them up, but he wants the funeral at the end of the week. Icing on the cake is that no one told her this until after Spirit and I bought the tickets, for her to come home Wed night. Non-refundable. What's worse? He brought up that the family still can't stand her after what she's been doing to them the past two years. She has no idea what he's talking about, and he said he doesn't want to talk about it now. Her only lifeline has been her cousins. I just... I can't wrap my mind around this. Her mother DIED, and he's pulling this shit. I just... I can't. There are certain events when grudges should be let go long enough for that event. Even WWII was put on hold for Christmas. What's worse, my ma's health is, well, crap. Most of the time we were here, she was only able to talk in short breaths. When her brother pulled that crap, she was rocking in her seat. This is just... I really wanted to grab the phone and give him a piece of my mind. Thankfully, my ma turned off the phone and threw it before I could get my hands on it. At least she realized she didn't have to sit there and listen to him go off on her.

I hate this. I hate the way they're treating her. I hate the disrespect being shown. I hate that I always thought I could visit my grandmother another day. I just... I hate this. I don't know what else to say.