GRIEF TURNS SOUR FOR EX-ESSEX WEIRDO

I am writing this account to get the experience of my Dad's funeral some airing; to just give my view. It started the night before as I stayed overnight at my sister Nicky's home; she seemed not to make an effort when I tried to talk. Next morning I got suited and booted for the day. As I went to get into the car she asked if I had had breakfast but I had not. Anyway, further on in the trip we had to stop so that one of my nephews could swap due to my niece not able to drive on the motorway. Nicky then got out of the car. Her husband was bemused and got out after 10 mins she came back to our car. No-one talked until we got to Essex, when the funeral car was getting ready. When Nicky got into our old family home she was rude and abrupt with Mum about why the car was outside. Then she left. She then came back to sit in funeral car where due to my movements I accidentally knocked her arm whereupon she shouted at me to not touch her. On the journey to the service this made me fell uneasy. She also brought from her car my bag of clothes and stuff, which I had to carry into the service. At the last part of the service my sister reached over me completely to hold my other sister's hand. At the wake she blanked me and Mum. I felt as welcome as a black man at a Ku Klux Klan meeting. Anyway, this carried on the whole way home; she has not made any contact with my Mum since and I don't like being treated like shit so I have made no effort. Yes. you can say she was grieving but I think this was how she truly felt.