even though I would love to be sharing the shit.
Grammie died on Wednesday. By late afternoon Thursday I was halfway across the country in South Dakota. I met with the financial person. I talked to the funeral home. I cleaned out grammie’s room. (I should say “we” because the hubs is with me and I couldn’t have done any of it without him).
My cousin lives here in Sioux Falls. I called her and asked if we could go to church with her family this morning. After church she invited us over for lunch and football. We talked and talked and talked. (Upstairs, so we wouldn’t interrupt the football game). I have not talked to my mom or my sister since Wednesday. I sent them an email letting them know when the service is going to be and where we are staying and asking them to let me know when they are going to be here and where we should meet. (They both live about a 6 hour drive away). I found out from my cousin today that my sister is planning on being here sometime on Wednesday. She heard it from her mother who heard it from my mother (they are sisters). How fucked up is that? My own family can’t even freakin’ call me and let me know when they’re coming? My cousin has offered to do anything I need help with, including doing my laundry. My “family” has offered to help me with nothing.
I have been taking care of grammie and dad and all their shit for years…all by myself. It’s gettin’ a little old. I’m tryin’ not to be bitter. I don’t want to turn gram’s service into a soap opera drama but if any of my family has a “problem” with the way things are being done?
Watch the fuck out. I am past, way past, taking shit from anyone and I will not, WILL NOT, take any from my family. If they can’t drive six hours to help me out after I’ve travelled halfway across the country, they’d better not bitch about anything I have decided to do.
And that’s where it’s at right now.