Where to start...

I don't know if I have enough energy to blog about this today...my mother and my uncle were two of five children. My two aunts died of cancer. Leaving behind my mother, and two uncles. Anyhow to make a long story short...my mother and her youngest brother had a falling out about 2 years ago and didn't speak anymore. I continued to speak to him. Then my mother who had done everything for her mother, her laundry, got her food. Everything. Even when she was in an assisted living facility. They had a falling out also because my grandmother raised my cousin since her mother, my mother's sister died when she was four. Pay attention this gets confusing if you arent already confused. One day my mother's youngest brother, the one she isn't speaking to, got my grandmother a lawyer and she signed everything over to my cousin.Oh and the capper was they didn't tell anybody. So only my uncle and my cousin and my grandmother knew. Now I never liked my grandmother much, she was evil and vindictive, but she was still my grandmother. Needless to say, this caused my mother to feel very hurt, and rightly so. My mother had done everything for her and she goes behind her back and doesn't tell anybody. So my mother told my cousin that since she was getting everything in the will she should have the responsibility of everything else. My mother stopped talking to her mother and my cousin consequently didn't like the fact that she had actual responsibility in her stoner child like existence. Anyhow, so my mother doesn't talk to anyone except her older brother. I still kept open communication with all of them. I didn't want to get involved with all the bullshit. Anyhow so I find out this morning, by way of an obituary...my grandmother died on Friday and was buried on Saturday. That's right. You read that right...she died. Nobody called me. Didn't hear a thing. Neither did my mother or my uncle. And when I confronted my cousin she said it was my mothers fault because she didn't want to know. And she was sorry if I couldn't see the truth. So my day has been filled with anger and I have very bad heartburn because I am sick to my stomach that these vindictive fucks didn't want my mother to know she died, so they didn't call ANYBODY. And by that I mean anybody. Not her friends, her remaining family members. Nobody.