Jobs are hard to find and I sympathize with you for that...sorry you lost your great aunt....hugs

*hugs* I wasn't all that close to her, so that part isn't all that bad (although now I have to go to a memorial full of people who did know her, so that'll be uncomfortable), but it's harder to see my grandmother go through it, and my mother go through comforting her. Because my mother wasn't all that close to her either, but my grandmother is devastated, because it was her sister.

Bereavement is never easy Ember. For anyone involved, no matter how close or distant you were to the one who died, especially if you're trying to care for the people that were closest to the deceased. I know, been there a few times myself. Hugs while you sort this, and hope you find another job soon.

best

Manda xx

Its a shame she walked out.She would have had a great law suit.She has every right to atend her Aunts funeral.

Funerals and memorials can be very hard to go to, there is no way around that.

By all means, go for your mother and grandmother. As I think back, I do not recall there being a service for any of my grandparents, none that I was invited to. I wish I had, now that I think about it. It would have given me more of a guide when it came to my parent's service.

Do what comes naturally, as long as it is not disrespectful of the wishes of the family. I think in the long run you will be glad that you went.

Gentle hugs

Annieheart She was rehired at a different store, since nobody but the supervisor had an issue with her. It's all good, as far as he goes though, he's going to Tunisia, and we're fairly sure he's staying there, so there's not really a suit to pursue.

ThePepperMan They decided not to do a memorial service, instead just doing a sort of informal get-together, since we figured it would be easier for those involved (more along the lines of what she would have wanted), but I really feel for her husband.

The entire thing was just a terrible situation. She had a brain tumor, benign, and it was removed. A terrible thing happened. She got better. There was all this hope and happiness, and then she wasn't. Complications in the surgery created swelling and lesions in her brain, and she went downhill fast. My grandmother is... bad... at figuring out how to handle things, so she's been leaning on my mother and her sister, and my mother cried for the first time in... oh... ever? I had to yell at her until she finally broke down and let herself lean on me too. My family has always had problems with being out of control, like, not being able to control things, and my mother was in a far worse place than I was. I had my own problems with it, involving the fact that I always told myself that even if I didn't mind when pets that I loved died, I would feel something if a family member died... and then one did... and I didn't. Thank you depression, for removing me from myself so much that I can't even feel sad about people I know dying.