Well, let me start by saying that my grandpa has been sick for a while, he's been on a load of medications that ended up ending his life...
My grandfather had a heart attack last week and was moved hospetals to one in Spokanne Washington (which is a complete joke of a hospetal AFAIK), he had a feeding tube inserted last night and died this afternoon at about 4pm...
I woke up this morning at 4am with really bad chest pains, and got up and moved around, turns out everyone in the house had woken up about 4am, including the baby; not to mention that the dog was freaking out as well.
Well, I hear from my aunt at about 4:30pm that my grandfather had just passed and delt with it in my own way, i was going to say goodbye at his funeral...
I got told tonight that since i didn't have as much of a relationship with my grandfather as everyone else who is going that i'm not allowed to go... Yes, you heard it, I'm barred from my grandfather's funeral because I supposidly didn't have a large relationship with him...
Keep in mind, I was paying not only my own, but my mothers way to the funeral as well...
Now, I may not have had a relationship with my grandfather to where i talked to him every day, but i certainly had a great relationship with him through his and my life... He was the only male figure that i had to lookup to growing up, and the only role model that I had pretty much had my entire life...
Needless to say, I'm completely irate and irratable that my own family would have the guall to bar me from my grandfathers funeral...
I'd usually just show up on my own and stay in a motel, but hopping an airplane the week before christmas costs a lot, not to mention i was going to be paying for myself and my mother... Usually I just crash on the floor of my grandparents livingroom, where NO ONE will be during the week in the first place... But oh well, guess im just a pile of trash...