Well my Grandma has passed away!

Well, I had just finished blogging last Friday about my 16 year old friend planning her mother of 45 funeral. Let me tell you what has happened since I wrote that blog. I wrote that blog late last Friday night. My husband had left that morning with the military. Now, I go to bed early after making sure my husband go to where he was going safely. I get up at 8am and get my three daughters, showered and fed so we can go to two different Easter egg hunts. Okay so, the girls and I have showered and are ready to go. I text my sister-in-law who is my best friend and ask her when she would be over to pick us up since my van is in the shop still getting the computer fixed on it. She picks up and we go to Orshelins here in Lamar and they decided not to do an Easter egg hunt, but to just let the kids come in and get a box of eggs. I can understand that. Anyway my nephew won a chicken. It was cool! Alright we have a couple of hours till the Lamar Park Easter egg hunt so we go back to my house since I live by the park. We are laughing and having a good time when my friend who is planning her moms funeral calls and says her uncle is in town trying to ruin her mothers funeral. Aww. Don't get upset we saved the day and with plenty of time to get to the park for the big annual Easter egg hunt. I am standing there and we are all laughing and having a good time and 15 minutes prior to the egg hunt starting my phone rings, I answer it because it's my mother. I yell first Happy Easter! She says nothing and I hear her crying really bad and I asked the whats wrong? She said I just called to let you know your grandma just passed away. She hangs up and says call me after the Easter egg hunt. I barely get the words out and say okay mom I love you. I look up at my sister in law and I can't breathe and she says what happened I tell her and some woman in the crowd turns around and by this time tears are running down my face and she says really? I was like nope I lie to cry at Easter egg hunts. we go Easter egg hunting but, for some reason I felt like I was trapped in a tornado. After the Easter egg hunt I sat down and waited for everybody to eat so my sister in law could take me home and everybody wanted to talk to me, but I had nothing to say. See there's where I messed up because I am a talker and everybody knows it, but my brain would not function. So, I left my kids with my sister and walked off and sat in her car waiting to go home. She dropped me off, I called my brothers and they started celebrating. Now, don't get offended you have to understand my grandma was mean to them. Anyway they don't want to go to the funeral because of issues they have with her, but I tell my mother I will get a babysitter and go with her. So, I try to go to sleep knowing that on Easter Sunday I had a wake to go to but, my brother calls the one with a baby and went back to the worthless mother and wants me to help him save his relationship. I am like really? This woman almost killed my niece and you want me to help? Anyway my lovely heart got in the way and I stayed up till 6am helping them stay together. I wake up at 11am to my oldest daughter 8 almost nine bringing me my brunch. What a daughter I thought to myself. See she knows what death means and she is the sweetest thing. She said you have 3 missed calls, and granny called. I told her thank-you kissed her and told her to go play. I call my mother and ask her when she was going to pick me up..... She starts laughing in the background and says well since your brother didn't want to go I decided I wasn't taking anyone. So, if you want to come you will have to find a ride. I explain that I can't but, would love to go to the funeral on Monday, she says okay. Monday rolls around and my mother never calls, comes by, or answer's my calls. The funeral was at 3pm. At 3:30 I get a call and she is talking to me like I am some celebrity. So, now I know she is just showing off for her family that has never met me. I let her. I am still hurt from her not taking to my grandpa's funeral when I was 18. So, now I have realized that my mother doesn't love me the way she does my brothers. Then she came over here today and asked me to let her have $50.00 because she spent that on gas to go to my grandma's funeral. All I could do was shut the door and lock it. I didn't want to be mean to my mother since she had just buried hers, but really why should I be the fall back child? Why is that I am always there for my parents, but my parents are only there for my brothers. I am talking to grown men who don't want anything to do with them and I am always there for them and yet, they don't care. Why? Anyway R.I.P. Grandma Virginia Wilson. Whether you where nice or mean you will still be loved and missed by me. Forgive me for not being at your funeral, but it was beyond my control.