I just got some really bad news. My grandmother passed away yesterday. My great Aunt Joyce called me to see if she could get my mother's # - because she had been trying to reach my mother since yesterday.
What a strange feeling that phone call invoked. On the one hand, I got to speak to a part of my family that I rarely interact with - but on the other hand, my grandma died.
So, with a heavy heart I called my mother's cell phone # to tell her about Grandma. My mother said that she already knew, and that my sister was taking care of things. And then she hung up the phone on me.
I think she still might be mad about the book. And now I am thinking to myself, What in the hell have I done?. I shouldn't have written that book.
My great aunt said that they couldn't do anything with Grandma's body until my mother took care of the arrangements. My mother is being her usual self about the whole situation - selfish and thinking more about herself than her own mother, and having my sister take on her responsibilities.
Aunt Joyce said that she was just going to have to call the Chief of Police and give him my mother's address, and then they could get her anyway that they had to.
Aunt Joyce told me to give her a call if I found out anything else that was going on, but I told her that I was 'out of the loop' - I'm the black sheep of the family, always have been.
I feel like crying right now.
I didn't get to say goodbye to Grandma.
R.I.P Peggy Turner - January 1, 2012
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