What a day!
Within a couple of hours of John's death, I had one step-son ranting and raving at me, calling me an evil woman, because I wouldn't let him organise the funeral. He was the one who departed immediately John was given two days to live, because he 'couldn't bear to watch his father die!' Not much support there then!
I've just had the eldest son, who started out being supportive, but then started on the same tack, and again started trying to browbeat me. Turns out they think John should be buried with their mother, and my 15 years of happiness and love written out.
Why are people so downright nasty? I know they've just lost their father, but I've just lost my husband. And how much care did any of them give him when we both needed support?
I've a meetung with the undertaker tomorrow, and eldest son yelled at me as he was leaving that he'll be here.
What I wanted to be a calm, peaceful celebration of John's life is turning into a battleground.
John would be so ashamed of them.