Worthwhile mentioning, I didn’t whisper what I said, when I told my uncle off, and even managed to get an atta-girl from my sister and my niece and my DH all who heard it.
Additionally both of his daughters showed up without masks. The gravity that we were all there burying mom WHO DIED OF COVID was lost on them. Their misconstrued ideas of what they think their constitutional/inalienable rights are is disgusting.
Mom’s sister, aka Flying Monkey #1 couldn’t hear my eulogy as we were outside and cars were driving by, I handed her my hard copy. Several hours later I texted her to see what she thought of it (see? I should have known better), and she brushed me off, and she actually said she didn’t have time to text me.
Mom’s BFF was there too and wasn’t her normal cheery self. She didn’t bother to get out of her car as she was afraid of falling, and her daughter was up in the memorial garden with us.
When she attended dad’s funeral 12 years ago, even despite the somber day, she was a bright spot. Yet, I couldn’t escape the distance bordering on frostiness from this person who normally was cheerful all my life.
I asked my sister if she sensed it too, and she agreed, and she came to the same conclusion that I did: who the hell knows what lies and downright awful stuff mom said to her.
Everyone who showed up certainly didn’t do so to comfort us, the next of kin, and I doubt if social distancing weren’t paramount, it still would have looked the same—each little click huddled amongst themselves—entirely NOT social distancing.
Everyone who showed up certainly didn’t do so to comfort us, the next of kin, and I doubt if social distancing weren’t paramount, it still would have looked the same—each little click huddled amongst themselves—entirely NOT social distancing.
Neither comfort nor closure were experienced on Saturday, and I was reminded that mom’s legacy to me and my siblings is the unsettling uncertainty that she slandered us all to everyone she knew.
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