A grandmother with an unclean spirit!

My brothers and I worked on the services together. We had to pick the location, the service background music, write for the obituary, purchase food, etc. For me, it was too much to bear. Every conversation I had was a reminder that mother wasn't coming back. She was gone, and we were tasked with sealing the door. I found my strength for it all, except when her mother entered my brother's house.

Growing up our grandmother was very cold to us. It was made clear very early to my siblings and me that the grandchildren she acknowledged in her heart were those of the bloodline of her husband; not of those who reminded her of her sin. It was a running joke during the holidays to wait for her to buy one pack of socks to split between my mother's children. Yup, we weren't even worth a full pack of socks. When we visited her home as children, we were treated like filthy animals and were told to go outside until it was time to go. That was just as well for me since my memories of the inside of that home were painful; that's where my uncle raped me.

Mother told me many stories of her trying to have conversations with my grandmother about her upbringing and who her father was. She said the more questions she asked, the meaner my grandmother became. To mother, her need to feel whole through gaining the knowledge of her father's identity was sacrificed for the sins her mother wanted to bury. Mother called me one day crying after pleading with her mother one last time to tell her anything at all about her father. It was like begging for the crumbs from the table and instead, someone giving them to a dog. I immediately called my grandmother and said, "If you can't find it in your heart to be nice to my mother, don't ever speak to her again." I reminded her that although she didn't give a damn about my mother, we did.

I would not see her again until she showed up at my brother's house as we were preparing for mother's service. I wanted nothing to do with her, so I stayed to myself acting as if I didn't see her. Until one of my brothers came to me asking me to speak. I said no. He guilted me into approaching her to at least say hello. As I slowly approached her I felt her familiar cold presence and I quickly ran away. Her demon showed up with her, and I wanted no part of it.