- 3 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
So we interred Grandpa yesterday, had a bag-piper play him to the other side, we toasted him just like he wanted and had a small family only reception at his home after….
Well, THAT was then, and this is now and as I sit here at work in a total fog of sadness, exhaustion and just UGH….I get a phone call from my uncle.
“Be here at five to pick out anything else you want from Grandpa’s, its getting picked up by the charity people in the morning.”
WHAT THE HELL IS THE RUSH????
I went to the bathroom yesterday, as I come out I see my crazed aunt and her son in Grandpa’s room…as I go in there, I see that they’re rifling through is jewelry box….I look at her and ask, “Is there something you were looking for?”
“Where’s the diamond ring?” she says all gung ho…
“Who’s diamond ring?” I ask…since all of the jewelry my Grandmother owned was divided up between her and my mother 15 years ago.
“The ex wife’s ring!” she snaps impatiently.
“With the ex wife, she kept that, it was in the divorce decree that she would retain it…after all, they were married for ten years.”
“Well I saw a diamond ring in here and now its gone…someone stole it!”
I just shrugged and said, “I don’t know what to tell you….I didn’t know of any diamond ring here.”
“Well….I’m going to keep looking…..”
I’m just so tired and angry and upset, and what I really want is for this part to be over, because these people couldn’t be bothered to be here when he was alive, but once he dies BAM! We’re in the house up to our elbows in his underwear looking for a ring that my valium addled aunt may or may not have hallucinated….and tearing apart the house he died in because we don’t want to have to stay here a second longer than we have to…come get yer shit…because we want to sell this house and get the money already….
Bleh….so I’ll amble over there for a quick second after work, pick through the last vestiges of my beloved Grandfather’s possessions and go home to Mr. 99 and Wort….