Tis the Season to be Yelling
Hello All!
I have been sorely ignoring this blog for the past few weeks, along with my writing and my friends. I've been holed up with all the stuff that happened with my Grandpa, and the funeral, and the afterparty, I suppose you would call it, that ended up with me, Mike and Erin having to leave to escape the screaming relations that decided to gang up on my Dad.
It all started with something that I did. Okay, so I'm actually freely admitting that something is my fault, which is completely unlike me. But I was given the task of picking the readings for the funeral, and I had the choice of either doing both, or giving one to another person. I thought about it, and I handed the second reading off to my cousing Andrew.
My family is very Catholic, and almost all relations are as well. At least they are baptized, and communized (You know what I mean!) and confirmed, all except for my cousins Melissa, Jamie and Kara. My Aunt decided not to instill any religion in them, and so, I completely bypassed my cousin Melissa for the reading. Mainly, because I was not willing to have anything or anyone compromise the integrity of my Grandpa's funeral mass. And, it was my church.
So, my relations start to drink, actually, they started drinking on Thursday, after they came up, and by late Saturday afternoon, most were fully loaded, Melissa included. I was upstairs, trying to take a nap, because I had a major migrane. All of a sudden, I'm awakened by screaming. Apparently, Melissa was offended by the fact that she didn't have anything to do with the funeral mass, and she started in on my dad. I'm sorry, but she's 25. At the age of 15, you are recognized as an adult by the Catholic church. If she wanted, she could have been baptized 10 years ago, but no. She couldn't be bothered. In all honesty, I really don't care what religion anyone is, only that they have faith and beliefs in something. I could care less if she was Greek Orthodox, Jewish, or even Baptist or anything. But she's got nothing, and it was my decision to pass her over.
Well, my dad of course starts to yell back, and all hell breaks loose. People start yelling, because everyone but my mom, dad, Aunt Diane, and Uncle Pete are trashed. They start screaming about all sorts of stuff, about the eulogy, that my dad did, and it was absolutely beautiful. And the fact that my mom and my Grandpa, who was her father-in-law were closer than he was with his own daughters, to the fact that they all felt left out of his last few days.
So, me, Mikey and Erin escape, and go and see Lemony Snickett's Series of Unfortunate Events. Good movie, although in the first few scenes, I was like, why am I watching this today of all days?
So, we came back home a few hours later, and everyone is gone. Thank God for small favors, huh? Well, I have yet to actually talk to any of my relations who were yelling at my dad, because I don't want anything to do with them until the admit wrongdoing and apologize.
Tis the season, right?
Katherine
I have been sorely ignoring this blog for the past few weeks, along with my writing and my friends. I've been holed up with all the stuff that happened with my Grandpa, and the funeral, and the afterparty, I suppose you would call it, that ended up with me, Mike and Erin having to leave to escape the screaming relations that decided to gang up on my Dad.
It all started with something that I did. Okay, so I'm actually freely admitting that something is my fault, which is completely unlike me. But I was given the task of picking the readings for the funeral, and I had the choice of either doing both, or giving one to another person. I thought about it, and I handed the second reading off to my cousing Andrew.
My family is very Catholic, and almost all relations are as well. At least they are baptized, and communized (You know what I mean!) and confirmed, all except for my cousins Melissa, Jamie and Kara. My Aunt decided not to instill any religion in them, and so, I completely bypassed my cousin Melissa for the reading. Mainly, because I was not willing to have anything or anyone compromise the integrity of my Grandpa's funeral mass. And, it was my church.
So, my relations start to drink, actually, they started drinking on Thursday, after they came up, and by late Saturday afternoon, most were fully loaded, Melissa included. I was upstairs, trying to take a nap, because I had a major migrane. All of a sudden, I'm awakened by screaming. Apparently, Melissa was offended by the fact that she didn't have anything to do with the funeral mass, and she started in on my dad. I'm sorry, but she's 25. At the age of 15, you are recognized as an adult by the Catholic church. If she wanted, she could have been baptized 10 years ago, but no. She couldn't be bothered. In all honesty, I really don't care what religion anyone is, only that they have faith and beliefs in something. I could care less if she was Greek Orthodox, Jewish, or even Baptist or anything. But she's got nothing, and it was my decision to pass her over.
Well, my dad of course starts to yell back, and all hell breaks loose. People start yelling, because everyone but my mom, dad, Aunt Diane, and Uncle Pete are trashed. They start screaming about all sorts of stuff, about the eulogy, that my dad did, and it was absolutely beautiful. And the fact that my mom and my Grandpa, who was her father-in-law were closer than he was with his own daughters, to the fact that they all felt left out of his last few days.
So, me, Mikey and Erin escape, and go and see Lemony Snickett's Series of Unfortunate Events. Good movie, although in the first few scenes, I was like, why am I watching this today of all days?
So, we came back home a few hours later, and everyone is gone. Thank God for small favors, huh? Well, I have yet to actually talk to any of my relations who were yelling at my dad, because I don't want anything to do with them until the admit wrongdoing and apologize.
Tis the season, right?
Katherine
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