Fiasco up north

There was some kind of fiasco with my aunt and uncle and their daughter the day before my mother's funeral. She drove 250 miles to bring them to the funeral. My aunt has dementia and she began screaming, "You don't tell me anything!" I am not sure what happened then, but my cousin refused to drive them to the funeral and left. So, the day of the funeral, my 90 year old uncle drove 250 miles to the church. Thank you, big, big safety angels for keeping them safe! Not safe for my uncle to drive back home, so my mother's brother stepped in. On Saturday, the younger brother would drive his sister and her husband back up north. His wife would follow in their car. I feel that my cousin is wrong in arguing with her mother. Though very difficult, one has to remove oneself from the sarcasm, mean remarks, misunderstandings and step back. I know the heart hurts but the head knows this is the disease talking. Two of my cousins are not treating my aunt with respect, honor, compassion or understanding. And because they are not honoring their parents, I have lost respect for these two cousins. When my aunt kissed my mother at the church, she said, "I will be next." My mother's brother and his family had orderered a gorgeous pink rose arrangement for my mother. He asked that I give it to his sister. She smiled and was so grateful when I brought it over to their table. I was thinking that next week, I will order some roses for my aunt and have them delivered to the assisted living home. My emotionally ill friend is trying to manipulate me to take her to lunch. She says that she is depressed and wants to see me. She is depressed, but I don't want to be the person she steamrolls over to get what she wants. Am going to stand firm and put off until later.