This week has been kind of a rough one – amongst other things I attended my grandfather’s funeral. The grief I felt at his passing was somewhat overshadowed by my seething hatred of my step-grandmother, whom I affectionately refer to as Nana Evil.
Some months after my grandmother passed away, Nana Evil clawed her way up from the depths of Florida and married my grandfather. She apparently had been the love of his life in his youth, but during their engagement decided to marry someone else. She sent him a letter alerting him to this fact. Fate provided him a second chance at marriage with her after he lost his wife and she devoured the souls of her previous 3 husbands.
In the ten years that she was married to my grandfather, Nana Evil managed to make it clear that everyone in his family was unwelcome in their (his) home and take him to Florida to buy a house and car for her daughter.
During his last days when he was in the hospital with a broken hip and heart condition, she refused to give anyone in his family information regarding his condition, or even what hospital he was in. When my grandfather’s sister pressed her for information about the hospital, Nana Evil gave her the wrong hospital information. As a result, every card that was sent to him was returned to sender because he wasn’t there. Also, she couldn’t be bothered to actually visit him in the hospital. So he passed on without a single person he knew at his side and, as far as he knew, no attempt at contact from anyone in his family.
The day his family found out about his death, she was demanding a copy of the will. Neither she, nor anyone from her family made an appearance or a call of condolence regarding his death. To her credit, she did agree to pay 1/3 the cost of a flower arrangement for the funeral. She instructed his children to deduct the cost of the flowers from the money she’ll get from his estate.
Kudos to you Nana Evil, for proving that you’re never too old to be a gold-digging whore.