My entire neighborhood, when my kids were in school, was bullied by a PTA type Mom, who hand picked kids she didn't like, Moms she didn't like, and teachers she didn't like, coaches, and principals she didn't like. It was before FERPA, and she would regularly discuss kids, etc., with teachers and principals. She helped her own kids bully and exclude kids from various school groups, classess, and sports teams. She often got her way by sheer intimidation. She wormed her way into school offices under the guise of volunteering, but it was all manipulation. Her kids were perfect, everyone else was a bit player in the theater of their school experience.
All personnel were scared of her and really, all they could do was suck up to her to save whatever they had- to protect their kids, their job, or status in the general area. Her husband was none of this. He was a quiet guy.
In her mid 50s, just as her youngest was launced into the world of work from college, and her others had married and started having kids, she was diagnosed with cancer. Within about 4 years (?) she died. I actually heard about it just by overhearing a conversation. I was pretty shocked, not realizing she probably had a pretty serious metastatic situation when first dxed. My initial unfiltered thought? Sadness,actually. She will be missing a lot and she was too young to die. My second thought was how ironic it was- she'd spent years curating her kids every interaction, schooling, etc., and didn't get to see them as adults, or her grandchildren. They ended up being nice adults, I think (?), though. Don't really know.
No, no one deserves cancer or an illness, or death. It does work that way. Did I like her? Nope, not at all, but I still feel a bit sad when I think of her kids now. I don't even understand this myself.