Interment of Her Ashes

Today was the interment of mom’s ashes. 

I told off my uncle (the asshole, mom’s youngest brother, aka Uncle Pedo). 

He tried to be GLIB and make a joke about wearing masks and started to say how he didn't think they worked. I told him anything else he has to say about masks, the pandemic or social distancing will be met with nothing but hostility from me. 

I also told him to back the fuck away from me as he got too close to me. I told him off and I certainly didn’t whisper it. Several people who matter to me heard it, and gave me “atta girl!” afterwards.

Additionally both of his daughters showed up without masks. The gravity that we were there today burying mom WHO DIED OF COVID was lost on them. 

Their misconstrued ideas of what they think their constitutional/inalienable rights are is disgusting. Their willful stupidity is their right up until the point where it can potentially harm another person. Their ignorance is dangerous.

My aunt said she didn’t hear my eulogy, so I gave her my hard copy. Several hours later, I texted her to see what she thought of it, and she brushed me off saying she didn’t have time for me. 

It brings me a great measure in comfort that mom’s burial was perhaps the last time I will encounter and deal with these assholes. Perhaps if I attend my aunt and her husband’s funerals at some time in the future, that might be the last time; however until that time comes, I won’t have anything more to do with these people. 

I’ve said it once before; however, I will say it again, the relatives on mom’s side of the family—descendants of mom’s mother’s family—all are damaged goods. Neither closure nor comfort were accomplished today.