Insomnia
About 9 years ago, my aunt and my uncle moved here from South Carolina. At that time, I was still living in Central, and they built this huge house next door to us, putting it in my mom's name. They never had any kids.
Shortly after, my uncle died, and my aunt's alzheimers got worse. She spent the next 7 years in a nursing home with my mom's brother (an uncle who I don't know that well) having power of attorney over her.
We got a call at 10pm tonight from the nursing home. My aunt passed away 9pm.
We weren't close or anything, and I haven't seen her in 7 or 8 years. If you know anyone with severe Alzheimers, you'd know that her death is a blessing.
Now, on to the morbid, insensitive part. My parents are now in possession of a completely paid-off house worth about $200,000 (possibly more since Katrina). They plan to sell it and pay off our house and additional bills. After that, I bitterly wonder if they'll do anything extra to help me. For example, my credit card debt, my student loans, my fiscal inability to move out, my inevitibly failing car, etc. Helping with one of these many financial issues would take a load of stress off my back, but something tells me I shouldn't hold my breath. It's kind of like when you fill out a FAFSA, entering your father's income, only to find out that you are inelgible for any sort of aid, and the expected yearly contribution from your father is somewhere in the $40k range... Yet, you see yourself with the above-mentioned financial issues, holding 2 part-time jobs, and wondering if you'd have been able to make it as an engineer if school was your only worry.
I'm being very bitter and should appreciate what my dad does for me already, since other people don't have nearly the amount of what little financial comfort I have... I suppose I just hang out with the wrong people.
On a lighter note, I'm staying up all night tonight, calling in for work tomorrow (death in the family, of course), and taking a long nap. Life is grand.
Shortly after, my uncle died, and my aunt's alzheimers got worse. She spent the next 7 years in a nursing home with my mom's brother (an uncle who I don't know that well) having power of attorney over her.
We got a call at 10pm tonight from the nursing home. My aunt passed away 9pm.
We weren't close or anything, and I haven't seen her in 7 or 8 years. If you know anyone with severe Alzheimers, you'd know that her death is a blessing.
Now, on to the morbid, insensitive part. My parents are now in possession of a completely paid-off house worth about $200,000 (possibly more since Katrina). They plan to sell it and pay off our house and additional bills. After that, I bitterly wonder if they'll do anything extra to help me. For example, my credit card debt, my student loans, my fiscal inability to move out, my inevitibly failing car, etc. Helping with one of these many financial issues would take a load of stress off my back, but something tells me I shouldn't hold my breath. It's kind of like when you fill out a FAFSA, entering your father's income, only to find out that you are inelgible for any sort of aid, and the expected yearly contribution from your father is somewhere in the $40k range... Yet, you see yourself with the above-mentioned financial issues, holding 2 part-time jobs, and wondering if you'd have been able to make it as an engineer if school was your only worry.
I'm being very bitter and should appreciate what my dad does for me already, since other people don't have nearly the amount of what little financial comfort I have... I suppose I just hang out with the wrong people.
On a lighter note, I'm staying up all night tonight, calling in for work tomorrow (death in the family, of course), and taking a long nap. Life is grand.