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I know I haven't posted in a while. I'm at a new job, living in Connecticut and in general doing a lot of driving. Home to NJ on the weekends. Up to MA every now and then to visit folks in NoHo. Not to mention driving up to Montreal for a variety of funerals while my relatives seem to drop like flies. My grandmother passed away the day after Halloween. Her brother, Larry passed shortly after that. And last night, my uncle Jeffrey (dad's brother) died of a heart attack.
I'm in absolute shock. Beyond the fact that Jeffrey was younger than my father, he just seemed like the kind of character who would be around forever (to the displeasure of all who knew him). At the risk of sounding disrespectful, Jeffrey was NOT a good person. He was loud, rude, and just plain mean-spirited. He spent the majority of his life making other people miserable. His wife, my aunt Irma, has been a harpy-hearted bitch ever since he married her. This was a woman who did not let her children, my cousins, speak to me because I didn't speak French (even though THEY spoke English). And he allowed her and encouraged her meanness. At one point, he felt slighted by my grandmother and so he went into her house while she was sleeping and stole all the photos she had of his kids. These were her grandchildren. She loved them so much. And he felt completely justified in removing all evidence of them from her home. She was heart-broken.
Throughout his life, he took money from the family and used it for frivolous things. He stole things from my grandmother and from his brothers. He beat up on those weaker and smaller than himself. And he had no regard for other people's feelings.
But still. I cannot believe he's gone. It's truly scary when someone from your family younger than your parents passes away. It's a reminder of what's always around the corner. I worry about my dad so much. He had a quintuple bypass when I was in high school. Thankfully, he gets checked out by doctors very regularly, and he doesn't go out to eat very much. I worry about him living here alone with just the dog, but I figure she's good company (sort of like a therapy dog).
I just can't believe this has happened.
I'm in absolute shock. Beyond the fact that Jeffrey was younger than my father, he just seemed like the kind of character who would be around forever (to the displeasure of all who knew him). At the risk of sounding disrespectful, Jeffrey was NOT a good person. He was loud, rude, and just plain mean-spirited. He spent the majority of his life making other people miserable. His wife, my aunt Irma, has been a harpy-hearted bitch ever since he married her. This was a woman who did not let her children, my cousins, speak to me because I didn't speak French (even though THEY spoke English). And he allowed her and encouraged her meanness. At one point, he felt slighted by my grandmother and so he went into her house while she was sleeping and stole all the photos she had of his kids. These were her grandchildren. She loved them so much. And he felt completely justified in removing all evidence of them from her home. She was heart-broken.
Throughout his life, he took money from the family and used it for frivolous things. He stole things from my grandmother and from his brothers. He beat up on those weaker and smaller than himself. And he had no regard for other people's feelings.
But still. I cannot believe he's gone. It's truly scary when someone from your family younger than your parents passes away. It's a reminder of what's always around the corner. I worry about my dad so much. He had a quintuple bypass when I was in high school. Thankfully, he gets checked out by doctors very regularly, and he doesn't go out to eat very much. I worry about him living here alone with just the dog, but I figure she's good company (sort of like a therapy dog).
I just can't believe this has happened.