Today marks 3 years since my grandmother died (my mothers mother). She had been quite sick for at least a year beforehand and was in and out of hospital with what was suspected as a form of Leukemia.
I was never as close to this grandmother as I am to my grandmother on my fathers side - maybe it is due to my mother not having the sense of strong family value that my dad does, maybe its because she would often go on rants (usually mostly in Maltese) and I could not understand what she was saying, or maybe because she was not as geographically close (though she wasn't walking distance, she was a short drive away). Either way, the cards have been dealt and I have no choice but to accept that.
Her death sparked a family feud of gigantic proportions. My mother and her sister believed she played favouritism and due to some clever accounting from a particular uncle, feels cheated. I don't know if she was a victim of her own stubbornness while she was alive or could not foresee the consequences, but it has made life difficult for the rest of the family and made interactions between cousins awkward.
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