Communication Breakdown
For the last week I have been trying to get a hold of my dad's brother. His phone is disconnected, his e-mail bounces and I fear the worst. Left a message with my cousin who is in the Army but it seems that he has misconstrued my lack of communication with lack of concern.
As anyone who reads this knows, if there are no earth-shattering news, even if you are my best friend in the whole world, I won't write. I don't send little emails and thoughtful notes. I love getting them from other people, and sometimes it makes me feel guilty that I am selfish, or uncommunicative, or that my friends will misinterpret my lack of yapping with neglect. Other times I get into a depressive funk that I definitely don't want to infect my dearest people with. So, keep writing me, it will take a year for me to answer with a 48k pure text e-mail, but eventually I will.
It turns out the "worry-about-my-uncle" chip in my brain was directed at the wrong side of the family. My mom's brother died Wednesday. Mom is still crying and is forcing my arm into taking pictures of him in the coffin. I hate, hate, hate taking pics of dead people, but I know if I don't do this, in her mind I will somehow be twisted and construed as part of a conspiracy to not let her see her dead brother. Tried to explain the concept of empty husks and dignity but she doesn't understand. She wants to see pictures and confirm he is dead. Also, his brood are my cousins only in name. They are a most vicious pack, I was there yesterday for half hour and it still felt like the last time I saw them: I was four and they circled me(six in total, all much older than I), offered me a candy jar which released a plastic snake while they all screamed at once. The snake didn't scare me, their bully ways did. There is also a nasty inheritance subplot here, that I won't go much into.
Today I get to go to the "funeraria" (funeral home doesn't quite cut it), take the pics if I dare and there is no one there yet, then go back to the newspaper, work a little, find my interview for the week, and go back to the funeral at 3 pm. Still debating on going to Copymax or not. Tomorrow I won't be able to go to Gilligan's Island, since my Mom's nerves are a little shot for me to be gone from the house at 7:30 AM. Look forward to seeing my bf this weekend, dont' know yet if he is coming Saturday or I get highway therapy on Sunday. Will see. Over and out, people.
