You guys are bringing back so many memories. My maternal gram used to let me sleep over every other Friday night, but I was a bed-wetter. Nothing they could do could break me until Mom told me if I didn't stop it, I would not be allowed to sleep over at Gram's anymore. Stopped overnight LOL! My favorite memory is that she had a nice canvas hammock that she hung between 2 wild cherry trees, and when the cherries were ripe, we would lay there together and reach up and and eat them by the handsful. She never had a cross word to say about anyone, but then again, she sometimes broke into Hungarian, so we kids didn't know what she was saying. Oy-eesh-ta-nem was her favorite (oh my god).
As far as my MIL, was never extremely close to her, but took care of her in my home in her dying weeks (none of her 5 kids would, except my husband who left her care to me), and we became very close. She always appreciated that I was the only one who told her the truth about her terminal illness, and let her know every step of the way what was happening so she wouldn't be afraid (I worked for hospice for many years), and she never was and never, ever complained, while the other kids were all like "hang on gramma, hang on" or "don't leave us." One actually jumped in the casket. Weird. Glad I wasn't there to see that. Family dynamics can be very confusing, irritating and can tear a family apart. I chose to stay in the background and keep my mouth shut. Always knew when MIL was disapproving of something, she wouldn't say a word, just "MM-HMM" very quietly. She was a gem and never asked for anything. I could write a book about family dynamics, and just may someday soon before the memories fade in my future dementia...