|Venting here so I don't go punch an asshole
||[Oct. 19th, 2006|12:25 pm]
As some of you know my grandmother passed away on Sunday. I had come up on Saturday to see her one last time because she was about to go and about 10 minutes after getting back to C-U on Sunday I got the call that she had passed. I drove back up to Canton on Tuesday, had the visitation last night and the funeral this morning. I am now getting ready to drive back to C-U, do some laundry, pack my bags, relax and then drive back up to Canton on Friday since I am flying out of Peoria on Saturday to head to NYC for a week. For those of you who don't know, it's a two hour drive door-to-door between C-U and Canton, so I'm already on edge due to the driving, plus the passing of my grandmother and lack of sleep.|
Last night at the visitation, I sat at the funeral home where I always sit. Yes, I know family is supposed to sit on one particular side but I have a place where I'm comfortable, so that's where I sat. My uncle Bob came up to me and my brother and told us where we should be sitting and told us to move over there. Luckily my dad looked over and was able to break it up before I knocked his ass out. I am not someone who is told what to do, especially by some punk ass uncle who I haven't spoken to in years. After that, I went back to the family room and had an 8oz shot of the potion (yes, my dad and I were drinking at the visitation, it was the only way to make it through, our drink, which he made up when grandpa passed, is Vodka, Watermelon Pucker, OJ and a splash of 7UP), and headed back to sit with my brother where the family sits. The rest of the visitation was pretty uneventful, spent the night with my dad and got up and got ready for the funeral this morning.
The funeral went well and I was doing ok hanging out with my family afterwards. The same uncle then crossed another line that made me almost deck him again. When I mentioned that I was driving back to C-U tonight to get ready to go to NYC he said "Be sure not to stay in any tall buildings while you are there, you don't want a plane crashing into you. Man, that sure would be a crazy sight to see wouldn't it?" at that point, I lost it, said goodbye to my dad and left. How fucked up do you have to be to try and make a fucking horrible ass joke about 9-11 on the day of someone's funeral.
WHAT THE FUCK!
My dad and I have pretty much decided that we will never be talking to that side of the family ever again. With the passing of grandma, he is ready to cut his sisters' and their families out of his life and I'm behind him 100% at this point.
I cannot wait to be back in C-U tonight, to relax, to hold Marc-Anthony, to have a proper cry for my grandmother's passing and to breathe again.