You have to do what you feel best about doing. Be prepared, though, because family members are going to make you out to be the bad guy in all this saying "she coudn't even come to the hospital".
I agree with you about the funeral and I think it's a nice gesture toward your grandparents to be there out of respect for them.
I agree with most of this. The only thing is that, if family members know the situation and love you, they probably won't pull the "she couldn't even come to the hospital" thing on you. I'll tell you some of my life on this.
My parents were still married when my father died, and I lived in the household until I moved out for college upon HS graduation. I was neglected and allowed to be abused as a child. My parents made it very clear that the only one of us they cared about was their oldest son. The next two sons also ranked on their list, but not nearly as high as the psycho (oldest). I didn't matter much at all in reality, although they put on a good front for people outside the family. I was in fear of my life a lot as a child. These people should never have had children, or at the very least, psycho should have received mental (or punative sanctions through the criminal justice system).
My father died 11 years ago when I was 32. After moving out for college, I didn't see those people much, maybe once or twice a year at most. When DS was a baby, I took him over there because "oh they wanted to see him." Yeah, they let psycho threaten to hurt my son and I really think they would have allowed it. When he started his crap, DH picked up the diaper bag, I picked up DS, and we left. Didn't go back until 4 1/2 years later because "Oh we want to see your kids, especially your DD." I told them we would come over for a short visit on DD's first birthday on one condition: I would not stay if psycho was there. They promised because they really really wanted to see us. We arranged what time to be there, and within 20 minutes, psycho pulls in with his wife and kids. My mother actually said, "What did you expect me to do? Tell him not to come over here? He can be here anytime he wants." Well, DH and I picked up the kids, and left. That was it.
Over all these years, I have continued to see my aunts, uncles, and cousins on both sides of the family. My aunts and uncles finally asked me why, and I told them. Every single one of them said they always thought my parents were weird with how they let psycho get away with things, and always thought I was treated oddly even though they didn't realize it went to the extent it did. This is their sisters, brothers, sisters-in-law, and brothers-in-law. They believed me when I told them, and that made such a difference to me. They said that was why they always wanted me to come visit them and stay with them. When I miss things because those people weren't really parents, my aunts and uncles understand. I know when I go to things, I can sit with any of them, and they are there for me. Without them, my best friend's family, and some of my teachers, I don't think I would have made it.
I dont hear the "at least she could have..."
I have some cousins that get it and understand, and some that don't. At this point, I don't think they'll change their minds. Oh well, that's their problem, they didn't live it. They have to decide how to live their lives, and I'll decide what's best for me and for my children.
When my mother dies, I might go to the funeral, I might not. I don't know. When my father died, I went. You know what, it was no different than going to any other mild acquaintances funeral. I wasn't grief-stricken. I realized his death was a non-event for me.
When my uncles and aunts have died, those deaths mattered. Those were people I cared about.
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