Twilight Zone

The week after my Grandma's passing was an absolute whirlwind. When my Grandpa died six months ago, we only had to plan the funeral and help to comfort my Grandma. This time, however, we had to settle her affairs, plan her memorial, select a burial vault for the two of them, decide what to do with the house (my aunt would rather move in than sell or rent it), and it didn't take long for us to realize that we had to divide her household valuables between the sisters before my parents left. The winter snow would make it impossible for them to come back before next summer. It was difficult for my mom and aunt, who wished they could have had more time to grieve before going through her things. It made them feel like vultures, though nothing could be farther from the truth. They would have given anything to have their parents back.