The end
The funeral was much different than the ones I went to as a child. Due to some confusion, the ceremony was finished when we got there, and seeing as how they do not let us see the actual internment, to grandma's house we went(go ahead and make the joke, I dare ya...;p)
I found out one of our relatives from Poland is now living here. I remembered sending letters, and all sorts of care packages to them.
They were in tears when they saw me...I was too drained to weep anymore, so I decided on showing them my artwork. I was surprised to learn that they paint and the like. It seems that I was a role model from here...imagine that!
When they were in Poland, they pictured all of us as fabulously wealthy. I wish. We spared what we could cause sharing was what we were taught. I try to follow those lessons today, even though some people take advantage of this nature of mine.
Some of the things they remembered made me wince, cause they did not know the whole truth. As usual, there was too much food, much pressure to stuff ourselves...lots of "do you remember" tons of weepy overly made up over perfumed kisses/hugs...TOns of " I remember you when you were a baby"...and the like...My brother rather cleverly pretended to know absolutely noone.
Everyone wished my sister could have made it, as did I. I miss having her here so much.
*** cut to later***
CJ took me home, and I had to get away from familiar surroundings...I went over and hung with friends until the wee hours...I do not think they realise just how dear they are to me for putting up with me. Sometimes I feel like I am intruding or imposing, yet they make me feel right at home. It's a comfort I cherish.
***cut to today***
Today has been a real downer...I just can't shake this feeling.
I found out one of our relatives from Poland is now living here. I remembered sending letters, and all sorts of care packages to them.
They were in tears when they saw me...I was too drained to weep anymore, so I decided on showing them my artwork. I was surprised to learn that they paint and the like. It seems that I was a role model from here...imagine that!
When they were in Poland, they pictured all of us as fabulously wealthy. I wish. We spared what we could cause sharing was what we were taught. I try to follow those lessons today, even though some people take advantage of this nature of mine.
Some of the things they remembered made me wince, cause they did not know the whole truth. As usual, there was too much food, much pressure to stuff ourselves...lots of "do you remember" tons of weepy overly made up over perfumed kisses/hugs...TOns of " I remember you when you were a baby"...and the like...My brother rather cleverly pretended to know absolutely noone.
Everyone wished my sister could have made it, as did I. I miss having her here so much.
*** cut to later***
CJ took me home, and I had to get away from familiar surroundings...I went over and hung with friends until the wee hours...I do not think they realise just how dear they are to me for putting up with me. Sometimes I feel like I am intruding or imposing, yet they make me feel right at home. It's a comfort I cherish.
***cut to today***
Today has been a real downer...I just can't shake this feeling.