Tuesday, 5 August 2014

I hope the horrid feeling of restlessness will go away

Last week Granddad was sentenced to 10 years and 9 months in prison. The judge seemed to take a long time to announce the sentence but I noticed that there was a whole list of aggravating factors and not one mitigating one which is why he got almost the maximum sentence allowed. It was so strange being there hearing Granddad’s character being destroyed piece by piece and knowing that my Mum (from Heaven) and I were finally getting justice. I didn’t take in all the details so I hope that somebody was taking notes.  

The last few weeks leading up to the trial have been very difficult which is why I haven’t been blogging or visiting Facebook. Now Granddad’s trial is out of the way I hope that my life will become less complicated and less stressful and the horrid feeling of restlessness I have been battling against for so long will go away.  

After the trial I had a few days away but when I got home we found out that both my Nan (in person) and my Granddad (via his solicitor) had been causing problems. Nan went round to my aunt trying, according to my aunt, to re-write history. When my aunt wouldn’t listen to what she had to say Nan got very, very angry. Granddad’s solicitor has tried to pass on a message from Granddad to me but I refused to open the letter and I got my boyfriend to take it back to the solicitor’s office unopened. I didn’t think I had any interest in anything Granddad had to say!  

Other members of the family then decided that there were “things that needed to be said” so they said them to anybody who would listen just to make themselves feel better, or less guilty. Top of the fairly long naughty list are my Dad’s parents. They have suddenly decided to move back to the UK full time instead of splitting time between the USA and UK. I remember how little they did to help me when Mum and Dad were killed so it is rude and silly of them to complain to my Mum’s side of the family about how I must have felt abandoned after the accident. Dad’s parents are not nasty people, not at all. If you met them socially you would think that they are very pleasant. But they never seemed to mourn the death of my Dad and they didn’t feel able (or didn’t feel willing?) to offer me any decent level of emotional support after the funeral and in the years that followed. They had their lives mapped out and having a grand-daughter in their lives wasn’t part of their master plan.  

I am very short of close family members. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, my Mum and Dad are dead, Granddad is in prison and the other 3 Grandparents are busy re-writing history. All I can say is that it is a good job that I have my friends and my aunts and uncles!! I never thought that my life was going to work out like this – it seems like a lifetime ago since the accident but it isn’t even five years.

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