Anonymous wrote:My grandmother was a complicated person. She has a warm and lovely side, that I enjoyed, and a nasty, mean, and bitter side. In the last 10 years, the nasty side has taken hold.
Grandma is at the end of her life. I guess the fairytale version of this I imagined consisted of her wanting to connect, and her kind side coming out. That’s not what’s happening.
Grandma is in hospice now. She is still mean and bitter and nasty. She has an estranged son (her choice, not his) who has been desperate to see her for years. He wants to see her before she passes, but we don’t think she will see him.
Can anyone tell me about your experience with end of life with a mean parent/grandparent?
Grandfather was apparently a mean, nasty, racist. I’m biracial and my mom, his daughter, was estranged from him. I met him, for the first time, at my grandmother’s funeral—which was about a year before he died. I had very, very low expectations and was prepared for him to say, or do, something wild. He was not at all what I expected, and I actually found him funny.