63 hours after my mother’s death (my father predeceased her) I called one of her sisters to let her know of funeral arrangements (having called her on the day to inform her of my mother’s passing)

Having given her the details she went on to ask if she could have her blender back ‘as Metta has had it for a frightfully long time’ (my mother had been on puréed food for a while due to her cancer and sister had insisted she use her blender) I said I would try to remember it. She then started saying that my mother had told her she could have the dresser in the study and could I arrange delivery. I expressed to her that I found this odd as Mummy had said very clearly that she would like it sold and the proceeds to be given to her grandchildren (it was apparently made by someone famous, worth approx £12,000) at which my aunt blustered and started saying of course she meant to pay for it etc…

She then dropped the absolute bombshell.

“Oh and you’ll need to make sure all the family photos are returned to me as they should be with blood family”

WTF?

I was adopted when I was young. My family ARE my family. This woman chose that moment less than 70 hours after my mother’s death to effectively say that I wasn’t proper family.

She’s a vile woman who will be mourned by very few when she dies.