Nov 15, 2005 12:59
So, Abby and I are supposed to go see Goblet of Fire at midnight when it comes out this week, and I've been really excited and looking forward to it; the waiting in line for seats, knitting my scarf, maybe dressing up, hanging out with like-minded geeky HP fans, and of course seeing the movie as soon as possible and being able to share snarky comments and everything.
But my Aunt Carolyn (great-aunt, really) died yesterday morning. We didn't get to see her that often but I liked her. The first time I met her when I was little, I was never very good with new people, especially old-type peoples, and my mom was trying to be silly and encouraging saying, "It's okay, she doesn't bite!" but Aunt Carolyn was all, "Yes I do," completely serious and straight-faced. I don't remember exactly how well that went over with me then, but it became something of a joke, and now I just think it's great and shows her spunky, independent sort of personality.
It seemed logical enough that with my mom retired and me still waiting to hear anything official about my supposed job (grr) that of course we would go up for the funeral and everything. (I just mean that we would go normally, but we don't even have to worry about taking off work.) She lived like around the Adirondacks in almost-Vermont upstate New York, so we're talking long drive and staying two nights in a hotel, not just popping over to a funeral home. We thought we might have to miss this matinee performance of A Christmas Carol we're supposed to be going to tomorrow, and I wasn't terribly upset about that, but today we found out the arrangements, that there are viewings on Thursday and the funeral is on Friday. So I'm going to have to miss Harry Potter. And this upsets me a lot more than it should. And that in turn makes me feel worse for being a terrible person. I've just been so looking forward to it for weeks (and less specifically before that), and everyone will have seen it by the time we get back on Saturday, and I haven't even talked to Abby about it since she hasn't been online and she's at work now anyway, and I don't want to say anything to my mom because she won't get it and I'll just feel petty and stupid and there would be more Guilt than I am already heaping on myself for wanting to go to a movie rather than a family funeral. Gah.