The funeral is on Monday. 

 I wrote a poem for Grandma, which is my way of expressing and saying goodbye; and one individual in the family firmly and steadfastly worked hard to deny me the opportunity to read this tribute at the funeral.  Saying things like “the minister said there can be only two tributes”, and “there won’t be enough time” and “what about all the other grandkids?”

This is something I did for my Nanny, and I’d like to do the same for Grandma.  I’ve tried to explain this is my way of dealing with grief, simply to be beaten down to a point where I feel hurt, cheated and lied to.  This coming from an Uncle that hasn’t spoken or acknowledged me as a Nephew in over 10 years.

It saddens me to the core, when such dissagreements can erupt on an occasions such as this. 

I’m very sorry Uncle, that you never got to know me over the last ten years, or in fact any part of my life.  Perhaps our relationship would have been different otherwise, but I am no lacky, I am my own person; and I don’t take kindly to being told by anyone how to process my grief.  I wish I could understand your reasons for being so inflexible and incongruent but you have stepped across a line today.  I’m inclined to leave you there, and move on.  May your true colours shine bright.