A death in the family.
I think I'm letting irritations get to me again. I know I'm stressed, it's been a bad week.
I think right now I'm just pretty pissed off at the family. Mostly mom. She called me Saturday night to tell me Great Aunt Barb was in the hospital and likely wouldn't make it much longer. Okay, that's upsetting. She was one of the last links to a historical time in our family. Someone who really was a vibrant and great woman. She never had any kids of her own, her husband having died a few years after I was born. She never even learned how to drive. She really was one of those pioneer type women. I recall she even had one of those ancient washers in her house- the kind you crank the laundry through a presser. She didn't even have indoor plumbing up until after the year 2001 and that was only cause the city had made her redo her house. I remember her room being scary and full of junk and boxes.
She passed away Sunday night.
I had half expected it, it wasn't really surprising.
Julie had told me over WoW to call mom that it was important and I could only assume it was that Aunt Barb had passed.
That was disappointing but not unexpected. I think what made me mad was the fact that mom sat there and said that she was afraid to call me and give me bad news.
What the fuck. No seriously, what the fuck. It's always bad to give bad news but for gods sake, if you got something to say, then fucking say it. Don't sugar coat it. Don't sit there and hem and haw. Especially about family.
She knew I was pissed when I told her at least they didn't wait a week to tell me like they did with grandpa. I'm still pretty fucking pissed about that.
I think right now I'm just pretty pissed off at the family. Mostly mom. She called me Saturday night to tell me Great Aunt Barb was in the hospital and likely wouldn't make it much longer. Okay, that's upsetting. She was one of the last links to a historical time in our family. Someone who really was a vibrant and great woman. She never had any kids of her own, her husband having died a few years after I was born. She never even learned how to drive. She really was one of those pioneer type women. I recall she even had one of those ancient washers in her house- the kind you crank the laundry through a presser. She didn't even have indoor plumbing up until after the year 2001 and that was only cause the city had made her redo her house. I remember her room being scary and full of junk and boxes.
She passed away Sunday night.
I had half expected it, it wasn't really surprising.
Julie had told me over WoW to call mom that it was important and I could only assume it was that Aunt Barb had passed.
That was disappointing but not unexpected. I think what made me mad was the fact that mom sat there and said that she was afraid to call me and give me bad news.
What the fuck. No seriously, what the fuck. It's always bad to give bad news but for gods sake, if you got something to say, then fucking say it. Don't sugar coat it. Don't sit there and hem and haw. Especially about family.
She knew I was pissed when I told her at least they didn't wait a week to tell me like they did with grandpa. I'm still pretty fucking pissed about that.