Grandma visit

Hello again. I finally made it to the nursing home again to see Grandma. Monday I stayed in bed all day from my bad cold. Tuesday I had to call the help center to set up my email on my computer and then it downloaded things forever. Then the news said it was icy outside with 80 accidents reported. I went out for de-icer from my car doors liking to freeze shut. After 10 hours, I shut off the still downloading computer. Then reailzed I misinterpreted the "police caught the suspect of the Rosemount fire". The night of the fire, a cop pulled over a suspicious car and the guy pulled out a sawed off shotgun. The cop killed him and then discovered searching through the car the photos of the church and lighter fluids. He was a violent lunatic with a long history of setting fires in 2 states.
I showed up at Grandma's room to see a hospice person humming to Grandma. She was sleeping, though her eyes were half opened and her mouth was hanging open. She looked awful. Copying the hospice person I sung Christmas carols as I stroked her hair. You could say I got choked up looking at her so I only stayed a few minutes. I emailed my sister 4 hours away who has yet to visit Grandma to get her ass over here to see Grandma before she dies.
I went over to my parents' house to deliver my youngest cousin's graduation card and do 3 1/2 loads of laundry. They were not home. I drove back home to get a call from Mom. They were out shopping and they saw my note I left behind. She said it was good I saw Grandma today, she passed away at 7:00. The funeral will probably be Monday. I am having a busy Christmas.
Hopefully, Mom won't be the bitch from hell she was at Grandpa's funeral. She kept sniping away at me for every little thing I did. It was more displaced anger at my Dad and his sisters for not helping out as much as she thought they should have. My Mom practically planned her father-in-law's funeral and contacted pall bearers. My Dad or his sisters never thought of contacting my Grandpa's half-siblings or their families like Mom did. I never met that side of the family. One aunt refused to write Thank You cards after the funeral. Suddenly, I'm lazy and need a better job worthy of my college education. The worst blow from Mom was "What are you going to do if you die and you have no children to give your things to?" I answered my nieces can fight over my stuff and avoided Mom the rest of the night.
I might not be posting for a while so here are my plans:
Try to cope with working tomorrow and pray no bitchy customers blow up at me. If any do, I'll be asking for assistance.
Christmas Eve is a short working day so I plan to drive to my parents' house and spend the night. I'll stay there Christmas Day.
Sunday the 26th I'll be in my aunt's new house celebrating with my Mom's side of the family.
Monday will probably be the funeral. I just realized something. My Grandma's funeral may be the last time I see my cousins on my Dad's side. They don't communicate even if my aunts' send Christmas cards. How even more sad.