Before the geese fly over.
Today was a difficult day. I attended my great aunt Tick's (Cecilia Agnes's) funeral. I had lived with Tick for several months when I was going to school at NIC. She was always sort of the wild one out of my grandfather's brothers and sisters. She had a loud laugh, loved to drink and go out, and after her husband died, she had a male companion that she would go out with all the time. I remember her sloppy kisses and bright red lipstick and her jokes.
Towards the end, dementia had started to set in, and she had accused me of stealing and had told my other great aunt and uncles and my grandparents that I had. It was an absolute disaster. I hate that I was so mad at her, when it really wasn't her fault. I don’t think that any of them actually believed her because most saw that she was slipping away and becoming confused. She buried both of her daughters in the last two years, one of her daughters had pretty much bankrupted her, and I think that it was just really too much for her to handle.
I hate to attend a funeral mass. It is almost too much for me. The homily was decent, but the ceremonial crap involved made me want to scream. I hadn’t been to mass in so long, and it all sounded even more robotic and emotionless than I had remembered.
Seeing my other great aunts and uncles was really nice. They are all amazing. They are all in their 80s but are all in such great shape and full of energy. My Aunt Mary is always so excited to hear that I am going to graduate school and that I want to teach. She taught for like a million years and thinks that it is like the most amazing career choice ever. She is so cute. Apparently, her children contacted the DMV and told them that she shouldn't be driving. So she went down there and had a physical and took and eye exam, a written test, and a driving test, and they gave her license back. hehe. She hardly drives anyway. I think that she walks everywhere. She is the woman that did Bloomsday 6 months after having open heart surgery at the age of 80. It is so great.
There are only 4 of the 10 siblings left in my grandfather's family. Going to the funerals is always so shocking because there are so many people. My mom has 50 cousins just on that side. Those crazy catholic families.
Towards the end, dementia had started to set in, and she had accused me of stealing and had told my other great aunt and uncles and my grandparents that I had. It was an absolute disaster. I hate that I was so mad at her, when it really wasn't her fault. I don’t think that any of them actually believed her because most saw that she was slipping away and becoming confused. She buried both of her daughters in the last two years, one of her daughters had pretty much bankrupted her, and I think that it was just really too much for her to handle.
I hate to attend a funeral mass. It is almost too much for me. The homily was decent, but the ceremonial crap involved made me want to scream. I hadn’t been to mass in so long, and it all sounded even more robotic and emotionless than I had remembered.
Seeing my other great aunts and uncles was really nice. They are all amazing. They are all in their 80s but are all in such great shape and full of energy. My Aunt Mary is always so excited to hear that I am going to graduate school and that I want to teach. She taught for like a million years and thinks that it is like the most amazing career choice ever. She is so cute. Apparently, her children contacted the DMV and told them that she shouldn't be driving. So she went down there and had a physical and took and eye exam, a written test, and a driving test, and they gave her license back. hehe. She hardly drives anyway. I think that she walks everywhere. She is the woman that did Bloomsday 6 months after having open heart surgery at the age of 80. It is so great.
There are only 4 of the 10 siblings left in my grandfather's family. Going to the funerals is always so shocking because there are so many people. My mom has 50 cousins just on that side. Those crazy catholic families.