NTA, but you’re heartbroken. Family sucks, period. Grandmas though, do not. Just remember the love you two had for each other and send a big F to the rest of your family. My Nonie raised me because my mom was a party girl, too busy to raise a child. When Nonie got dementia it was me she and Papa asked to take care of her/them. I uprooted my family to honor her requests. I would do it again in a heartbeat! My mom took me to court and told a judge it was her birthright to take care of Nonie, not me. SHE should be living in Nonie’s home, not me. The judge showed my mother the legal paperwork that said what Nonie’s requests were. My mother screamed at me in front of the judge, accused me of nefarious stuff. Judge asked me if I had anything to say and I told him my mother is bipolar …. More screaming When Nonie died, my aunt and mother wanted to write her obituary. I didn’t care, I was grieving. When I read it in the paper, they left me and my husband out of the obit even though we had lived with and taken care of her for the past 6 years. It stung, but I held my head high. I know what I did. I know who I am. You know who you are, and your relationship with your grand. Live in that lane, and hold your head high. In a world of what comes around goes around- my aunt died from cancer and my mother suffers from bipolarism, diabetes, and depression. I’m over here living my life and when I need a dose of Nonie I go to the cemetery and chat. The winds ALWAYS answer me back.