Last week, as well. J's dad died early last week. He was, naturally, upset. He got to talk to his dad before he went on the vent, but no one couldn't visit him to say goodbye. I still don't understand why Dianne didn't just call an ambulance, or, when she and everyone else in the house started getting symptoms, maybe talk him into quarantining somewhere else. He was at huge risk: diabetes, high blood pressure, cancer... why would she let him get so bad before calling us?
And she's been... difficult. He had to be cremated. Because of his condition, decomp set in fast. She tried the martyr route, "go ahead and have the funeral, I just won't go"(she was still testing positive for Covid, everyone else still had symptoms, she still has pneumonia), but J's sister, who is going head to head with her handling arrangements said no, we would wait. Dianne has finally tested negative, but everyone in her house is still symptomatic, but won't be tested.
Larae's being a little difficult, too. J's dad wrote out a will, but never took it to a lawyer. Larae was supposed to get all the land, except for the acre her cousin Rex is living on. J's dad told us, but Larae says not her, that he wanted it to go to Rex so when Larae inevitably couldn't pay taxes on the land, he wouldn't end up with nowhere to live. Larae doesn't want it to be in his name.
We tried to tell Larae that anything of her dad's that is at Dianne's house, Dianne is going to keep. She's mad about that, but that's the way it is. We're not getting involved. We don't want any of it. J's dad had two insurance policies, one $15000 one they're using for the burial, and another considerably bigger one J was supposed to get, but apparently that one got cancelled. J's dad should've spelled things out clearly - - and I encourage everyone to - - surely he knew how Dianne was going to be about this. J and I don't have kids, but we're going to have to sit down and figure out who gets what. We'll be leaving it to our nieces and nephews, but we're not sure how to divvy up the land.
I got 3 days bereavement, and was only scheduled 3 days last week, so I was out all week. It was a good thing, too We had car trouble and it was in the shop all week. We got it back Friday, J tried to drive it to work yesterday, and had to turn around and come back, so now it's back in the shop. They're supposed to get the parts today, and I used my last day so he could drive the truck to work. He says he'll call out tomorrow if her has to. I have the insurance, so I don't need to get fired for attendance.
And then there's today. I did something I haven't done in years: I fell. I'm okay. I was taking dishes into the kitchen, and the plastic container lid that was leaned against the counter had fallen(possibly helped by cats, but we won't tell them they could've killed Mama). It's clear and I wasn't paying attention, and caught my foot on it. I may have broken a toe, and I came down hard on my bad knee. I iced it, just in case. I also noticed a small cut on my thumb, probably from the broken dishes.