Just a couple postcripts for anyone who's still following.....
I got my mum in to the new home, near where we live, on the Friday before Christmas. She loves it there, and she's being well looked after. Her state pension, teachers pension, widows pension, attendance allowance, and the interest on her half of the sale of the house, will effectively mean she can live there forever, so that's another worry out of the way. I can get in to see her a couple times a week, and although she thinks I'm her cousin, we still have some nice visits.
So that's the good part.
The bad part is I've spent the last 3 weekends at the house, dealing with my dad's stuff because he is gone, and dealing with my mum's stuff because its as if she is gone. So that's pretty stressful for starters.
But what made me sad, and then angry, is the sheer volume of Bibles and other Christian books and pamphlets and leaflets and placemats and whatnot all scattered around. So many of them on the theme of how much god loves us all, and how we should rely on him, and how he will help us through. And I compared that to how low their quality of life must have been over the last couple of years, how it wore my dad out, and I wished that - rather than praying - he'd told someone who could have actually helped. Just so much waste, such a ratty ending to a life spent in the service of others (did I mention that they were both Cub Scout leaders from their 20s until they physically couldn't do it any more?).
All the god-books have gone in the skip, and they're now off to be landfill. The house will be sold on Wednesday, and that'll be that.
Oh, one final thing I can't recall if I mentioned or not. The guy who stopped them seeing their daughters grandchildren....I wrote to him to say there was a bequest for the twins, but in light of the letters from him basically saying "I don't want any more contact", asked if he wished to refuse the bequest? He - a True Christian - sent back a two page letter telling me it was all my dad's fault, what a bad and stubborn and prideful man he was (all in a letter to his son less than a month after his death, remember).......at the end of which he said he would take the money so that at least some good would come to the twins from their grandfather.....
So I guess y'all will excuse me if for a few weeks I'm a little less tolerant of Good Christian FolkTM and their tales of a loving and kind god than I would normally be.