Grandad had a stroke.

Woah, Mum just called. Grandad had stroke last night. He let himself out of hospital this morning, too. No one called to tell anyone. When I say no one, I mean Carmel. And now he's saying he's alright, and he's not going to the doctor (yet). Why the fuck isn't Carmel insisting that he go right fucking now? When Mum called him (to tell him to go see his doctor), he was eating his fucking breakfast! Go to the fucking doctor! And Carmel had better fucking drive him, too.
He said that his lip and his eyelid are drooping - he shouldn't be at home. He said he'd go after breakfast.
Mum thinks Carmel is killing him... this isn't actually completely said in jest. She will benefit greatly from his passing, and every time that they've gone on holiday together, he's come down very sick. And now she's not making him go see a doctor, or calling his fucking children to tell them that it happened. Or, if you go back a step, even stopping him from releasing himself from hospital.
And further to that, Peter (or should I say Talan-Trent?) has talked to people that have known her for years, and says that she treated her last husband very poorly.
Irksome.
So I hope Grandad will be ok (as ok as you could be after suffering a stroke).
When Mum called I kinda knew that it was something to do with Grandad before she told me. Something in her voice.
I really hope he'll be ok, I really do.