My Step-Grandpa passed away Saturday night. The man married to the only Grandma I ever knew. I am her favorite grandchild, but that’s beside the point.
Anyways, this happened in my hometown. Where I am not. I’m hundreds of miles away. I feel more like thousands.
I met with my Aunt today for a quick lunch on her way through to go back there from her winter home down South. She feels so much the same way about things as I do about all of this.
My grandma was at one time very active in the cult. Along with her first late husband, my grandfather, and now this late-husband, my step grandfather. The only reason she got married the second time was because of the cult. They are cruel and heartless and wouldn’t even allow the two to have coffee alone without being kicked out unless they got married.
Bullshit. Total and complete bullshit. Anyways, currently the only other 2 members of her immediate family that are still in the cult, my mother and my other aunt (who isn’t worthy of me even mentioning, but it completes the story, so yeah), are staying with her.
Until tomorrow. When they leave to go back to do all the culty things they’ve missed. Or maybe jobs, hell I don’t know. So they’ve been with her all week and are finding out that my grandmother is going crazy. (I can’t say that I blame her, I wouldn’t want to be left alone with those two!)
So my Aunt that I met with today is going back there Sunday to take over. Just between her and I, she’s going to keep an eye on finances because the other 2 are likely to take advantage of the situation and take money from her.
She will have to move into an assisted living establishment, to which there is not an abundance of back home. My mother and her sister, (the other aunt) both are from a very large city with ample availabilities for this kind of arrangement, but apparently my Grandma doesn’t want to leave that town. Or they don’t want the responsibility, who knows.
Long story short, my Aunt will get there, have a couple days with her, then a nurse will come and evaluate her and make the recommendation for either assisted living, or the Alzheimer’s ward at the nursing home.
A doctor will review the nurse’s recommendations, and will hopefully put in an order for assisted living.
According to my Aunt, they already have a place, it’s just a matter of time to go through the whole process. According to my mother and her other sister, well, I’m not sure I believe much of what they say.
I told my Aunt when we left lunch that I would keep her in my thoughts and prayers. I wish I could have just dropped everything and gone with her, but that just wouldn’t work.
If this whole cult thing had never been a thing in our lives, my Grandma wouldn’t have lived so much of her life believing that she would never grow old and die, and I feel like she would be more prepared for this kind of thing. She’s in her late 80’s and understandably, she is confused.
Life was never supposed to get to this point before her promise of paradise came true. Which unfortunately, is just another hoax and brainwashing tactic by the cult.
I’m so super frustrated, I hate being so far away. Not that my voice would be heard or respected, but I’d feel a lot better if I were there.