so today is monday and i had a very odd weekend of sorts.
Friday my father called to tell me that my grandmother (his mom) wouldn’t make it through the night and that he was gonna be hitting the road at midnight to go see her. of course i just shrugged my shoulders, hit save on the voicemail and made a mental note to call him back. knowing i wasn’t going to go, simply cause 1. i hate his friggin wife, 2. the boy…nuff said and 3. i really don’t know the woman.
i dont feel bad about not going. my being there was not going to make her health get any better, right?
truthfully, i’ve only met the woman maybe 4-7 times in my life and only once really that i can remember and that was when my grandfather passed away (her husband). i didn’t know him either, but my job gave me free vacation time, so i took it, went to the funeral and got to see my niece and nephews in the process. seriously, here is this woman, my grandmother and i have no friggin clue what her damn name is!!
maybe i’m a horrible grandchild, but i’m pushing 30 and didn’t even know my grandfather’s name until i was handed the obituary with his info. it was only then that i realized my younger brother was named after him. my father was never really in my life and when he was, the military took him out to sea.
so anyhow, i guessed they made it okay, i totally forgot to call (thats the old age kicking in), and i went out on sat, took the day to do some work on the bike, get some dinner, go bowling with friends, and to the movies with friends.
sunday morning my father calls me at 830, i can tell he’s still choked up, she’s gone. but i feel no remorse for a woman i didn’t know. some might call me callous, but its just me being honest. i didn’t know the woman. i’m sure i could have made the effort too, but when i did see her that one time, she had no idea who i was.
so im guessing the funeral is going to be this week sometime. i can’t go (even if i wanted too) because i have finals.
am i heartless as i’m sure my father thinks i am?
