When my grandma died, who I loved immensely, I told my sister I did not think I would grieve that way when our parent's died. Then my mom died last year. With all the issues I had with her over my life time, my husband was surprised the grief hit me as hard as it did. She died in a hospital and I was the first one there and sat with her body. It seemed unreal. I started drinking a lot of wine every night for about six months before I weaned myself. Now I have it once in awhile. I think we pretty much worked out many things over the years. I think we came to an understanding. I am only a little mad, because the one thing I wanted to talk about before she got sick and died was about the babysitter that attacked me and what she remembered happened. She got angry with me and snapped at me telling me what good would it do to bring the past up. That was, really, the only unresolved issue.
I almost lost my dad this year and I was afraid I'd lose it. The only thing I worry about here is that he'll have some stipulation in his will that I have to change my last name to my husbands in order to get an inheritance. Controlling from the grave wouldn't surprise me. Also, I hope my step mother dies before him, because if he dies first I don't trust what she will do. She always gets upset with him if he does something for me and my sister, or the rest of his family. Really I do not know how I'll react.
Now, when I googled up one of my attackers names and found out he was dead, I was calm. Not happy. Maybe the calmness was relief. Though, finding he died being chased by the cops and choking on the drugs he tried to swallow did bring me some comfort. Sick? Perhaps.