Have been incredibly sad for me and my family. I wasnt as close to my grandma as my brothers were. She practically raised Anthony because my mom spent all her time in the hospital when Ryan was sick. But I think it just made things hard for me. Because there I was…at a funeral for the grandmother I hardly knew. The one that pretty much left me, my sister and any other female cousin of ours out in the dust. (she was extremely sexist. If you were her grandson, you were automatically her favorite;; just the way she was) I felt fake going to her funeral. Because if she were alive, she wouldnt have wanted us there. None of us.

It hurt me because she never even tried with us girls. She never cared about us and there we were celebrating HER life. The life that she chose to not include US in. I just cant fathom this. Isnt it a law that grandma’s love their grandchildren unconditionally?