Death Notices
Weird weekend. The Christmas letter I sent to my stepmother came back as unable to forward. I told neighbor A and she went on Legacy.com and searched. Sure enough, we found an obit from Arizona that stepmom had died on Oct. 25. Weirdly, she was living in Denver at the time.
No one ever told me she was living in Denver. Don’t know why I’m surprised. I was a red-headed step-child when my dad was alive and married to her, why should now be different? Except that I have been sending her Christmas cards & letters for the last 40 years, and usually she replies. Think one of the step-sibs would have found my address adn thought to let me know.
Anyway, I got to thinking about Sadie, hubbie's mom, and how no one has been able to get in touch with her. Her Christmas letter had come back also. Sure enough, she died on Oct. 9. Doesn’t explain why sis-in-law wasn’t able to find her to tell her about hubbie's death. Such a weird family. That branch had everyone's phone info so they could’ve contacted us about any illness or death.
I was so angry when I was in my 20s and 30s…a lot of that stemming from the lack of contact with daddy’s family after he died in 72. No one called to see how I was doing or invited me to church or dinner or even responded to my holiday invitations. It was like I ceased to exist. I was only 19 at the time and could’ve really used family around. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with me that there was no contact.
I later realized that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. Still made me angry.
Hubbie helped me get over a lot of that anger. His situation was so much worse and he had so much more reason to be angry, and he was. But it helped put my situation in perspective.
Intellectually, the anger and resentment is still there, but emotionally, I can’t get too riled up.
Their loss.
On a lighter note, I finally got to vote my 4th week of vacation. I start Jan. 31 through Feb. 6th. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a lot of the spare room cleaned out during that time. Neighbor A will help and TD, too, probably, maybe even draft X.
Slept spottily; up to go to the bathroom every hour or so. Finally got up around 4:30.
Tried a new recipe…a dieter’s version of Florentine Pasta. Pretty good. I’d give it 3 out of 5. May even make it again.
Worked out this morning and-damn!-was it cold. Ran into the book group gals. We’ll see them tomorrow for book group. And I’m almost done with the book-Bastard of Istanbul. Read all last night; didn’t take the laptop so besides the newspaper, that’s all I had to do when the phones weren’t ringing.
Can’t wait to finish. I got Koontz’s new book, Breathless, from the library. I’ll start that tonight.
No one ever told me she was living in Denver. Don’t know why I’m surprised. I was a red-headed step-child when my dad was alive and married to her, why should now be different? Except that I have been sending her Christmas cards & letters for the last 40 years, and usually she replies. Think one of the step-sibs would have found my address adn thought to let me know.
Anyway, I got to thinking about Sadie, hubbie's mom, and how no one has been able to get in touch with her. Her Christmas letter had come back also. Sure enough, she died on Oct. 9. Doesn’t explain why sis-in-law wasn’t able to find her to tell her about hubbie's death. Such a weird family. That branch had everyone's phone info so they could’ve contacted us about any illness or death.
I was so angry when I was in my 20s and 30s…a lot of that stemming from the lack of contact with daddy’s family after he died in 72. No one called to see how I was doing or invited me to church or dinner or even responded to my holiday invitations. It was like I ceased to exist. I was only 19 at the time and could’ve really used family around. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out what was so wrong with me that there was no contact.
I later realized that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. Still made me angry.
Hubbie helped me get over a lot of that anger. His situation was so much worse and he had so much more reason to be angry, and he was. But it helped put my situation in perspective.
Intellectually, the anger and resentment is still there, but emotionally, I can’t get too riled up.
Their loss.
On a lighter note, I finally got to vote my 4th week of vacation. I start Jan. 31 through Feb. 6th. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a lot of the spare room cleaned out during that time. Neighbor A will help and TD, too, probably, maybe even draft X.
Slept spottily; up to go to the bathroom every hour or so. Finally got up around 4:30.
Tried a new recipe…a dieter’s version of Florentine Pasta. Pretty good. I’d give it 3 out of 5. May even make it again.
Worked out this morning and-damn!-was it cold. Ran into the book group gals. We’ll see them tomorrow for book group. And I’m almost done with the book-Bastard of Istanbul. Read all last night; didn’t take the laptop so besides the newspaper, that’s all I had to do when the phones weren’t ringing.
Can’t wait to finish. I got Koontz’s new book, Breathless, from the library. I’ll start that tonight.