It's a tough call, My grandma was like that full of shyte even on her death bed.
In her last moments to put things right she still lied and dramatized.

Which is why I didn't visit her when she was dying, nor did I go to her funeral.

Guess what I don't feel remotely guilty, I watch the fall out from that old b***h every time I look at my mum and her brother and sister.

I am glad she is gone, glad she died before my grandad so my mum had a chance at a normal relationship with her father before he died.

So you know what, do what's right for your own mental health and stuff what everyone else thinks.