It’s a difficult one. My granny had been ill with dementia for a few years and died while we were on holiday to Cornwall. She lived in Scotland. Our family (mum, aunties, etc) told us not to come home, just to send some flowers if we wanted to. As they said, she wouldn’t know. So we decided to stay. My eldest sister accompanied my mum to the funeral. The day after the funeral, we got another phone call, this time to say my mum had had a massive heart attack in her sleep and died. We just threw everything into the car, gathered up the kids and raced home, dropped the kids off with their other granny and carried on up to Scotland. I felt sorry for my auntie, losing her mum and sister within a couple of days must have been hard. I know I was devastated!