the day after

One day after I wrote the post below about death and dying (among other things), my ex mother-in-law collapsed, and went into a coma after hitting her head on something as she fell. One surgery later, she never regained consciousness and died yesterday at 73.
She was never the stereotypical horrible MIL that jokes are famous for, in fact she was the opposite, and up until my wife's death we always got along well. I'm sure she couldn't understand or make sense of my changes after Kathy died, and I'm equally sure she never got over her daughters death either. It made me sad that our connection was lost these last few years of her life, and I'm sad now that my children have lost their last grandparent, the one they were closest to. She had been staying in contact with them through Facebook, and her last communication had been the morning of the day she fell. I hope that in whatever form we take when leaving this earth, she has found peace and happiness again. She was a good soul.

The reason I know all this is because the almost one year old silence between my son and his partner has lifted a little now because of my ex MIL's death. I tried to help the two of them get down to southern California to see her before she died, but sadly the plans fell through.
I say sadly because after hearing that when my son called his aunt, only to get an attitude of "why do you want to come down here anyway" and she wouldn't even tell him what hospital his grandmother was in, he finally got to see the side of D I have known for many years. I started to write a bit of a rant about her here but decided fuck it, it's in the past now and I really don't give a shit anymore. But I'm still sick of her selfish ways, and when she treats my family like that it bugs the hell out of me.