My grandmother died and they kept it from us

It's the 11/08/2019. It's Sunday. On Thursday my dad came home for lunch from work. My siblings and I were all at school, and my dad decided he was going to open facebook and check his messages. His cousin messaged him sending her regards to his mothers death. Turns out his mum, my grandma, passed away on the Monday that week and we weren't told. My dad replied back etc, called my godfather, his best friend, and his wife, my step mother. He drove around to his sisters house to see if it was a sick prank she was playing on us. My family is split up. My dads sister hates us and my grandma lived with them so we never got to see them or have a relationship with them. My cousin was still close to us and talked to us. He promised my dad that he'd give updates on my grandmothers condition and that he'd let us know if anything happened. He promised. They weren't home at that time but later once my godfather had arrived in town, he lives an hour away from us, he went to their house again, to see what's going on. Again, no one was home, but as he was leaving they turned up. My aunt starting pushing him around and screaming while calling the police. My godfather left and went back to my house to comfort my dad. Once school had ended I went to work and half way in, my dad texted me to say he wasn't at work, as I go there afterwards to drive him home, and asked for me to call him once I finished. When I finally finished work I called him, and he said he was on his way to pick me up, before hanging up. In the car my dad told me the bad news, at first I didn't know how to feel. I never had a relationship with her, I never knew what she liked, disliked. I didn't get to know what made her tick. It hadn't sunk in that she was dead until I got home to get out of my school uniform. I cried for a while. I still get confused why I was crying. It's not like she was in my life. I never really got to know her because of my dads sister. All because of her. We shared the news with my three other sisters, two of them don't live at home so my dad had to tell them over the phone. What makes my heart really break, his seeing my dad break down. He has always been strong. That day was the first time I'd ever seen him cry. Our relationship with our dad is normal, except we don't say I love you, we don't hug to show it. We just know. The police turned up at our house not to long after that to get their stories on the situation. They came to give my dad and godfather a trespass notice. My aunt trespassed them from her house for two years before she will most likely renew it. My cousin, who promised to tell us everything, didn't, and kept this from us. Who doesn't tell someone their mother died? Even if you hated each other, what sick person would do this? She is keeping us from seeing her. She's not allowing us to go to the funeral to say our final goodbyes. My grandmother is getting cremated and we talked to the funeral directors and the people cremating her to see if we can see her before this happens. They said it's a public funeral so they can't stop us, but if my aunt is there, there will be arguments. So tomorrow we're missing school and work to go up to see her. I hope all goes well for my fathers sake.
One of the things my dad recently said to my sisters and I, was don't let it go this far. Stay connected and never keep something like this.
Thank you for reading this,
I just don't know what to do now.
I've lost three people from my life. My grandma, Aunt and cousin, Aunt and cousin because I cannot forgive them for something like this. No matter what they say or do now, how could I?
Bye.

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Jessie Other August 10, 2019 at 11:38 pm 0 1