It sounds to me as if the apple didn't fall far from the tree. How cold. I was raised to believe, by the Grandmother who raised me in my Mother's place, that she is your Mother period. Regardless of who she is, of what she does or doesn't do, you are to respect her for giving you life if for no other reason. I heard that until the day before my Grandma passed. If not for Dolores, the generations referred to in this obituary wouldn't exist. My Grandma was not my maternal Grandmother. She was my Dad's Mother, my Mother's ex-mother in law....and still she advocated for my Mom because she was just so thankful that my Mom gave her ME!
I don't like my Mother, that's the honest to God truth. But I love her because I am HERE! I rarely speak to her...unless I call HER. My Mother is probably everything that this author pegs Dolores to have been. But when my Mother is gone....I would never, EVER in a million years do such as this 'to her.' How awful. My Mother would COME BACK for me if I did that crap....bet on it. If things such as this were all I had to say, then there would simply be no obituary. That strikes me as the mature, adult thing to have done. RIP Dolores.
What was that other thing that Grandma said a billion times....oh yeah...every time I opened my mouth and thought about badmouthing my Mother..."Tammy Lynn shut that mouth this instant. If you have nothing nice to say about your Momma then you keep your mouth shut and you say nothing until you think of something nice to say, do you hear me?" How could I look at my own children and not be thankful, on some level, to my Mother?
I hear ya Grandma....still. I'm trying, God knows I am. I don't have a heart of pure gold like you did, but I polish mine often, hoping that it will be more like yours.
Sheesh......I think I'm going to call my Mom now..........