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More family stuff
Dec. 27th, 2003 03:37 pmI think I've totally lost track of what I was doing.
It could have something to do with the fact I've had music blasting in my ears all day, and I turned it off. It seems too quiet, but I'm going to have to go get ready in a bit here, so... yeah.
I've been cleaning my room most of the day. Actually seem to have made some progress, but now I'm exhausted. And of course the day's not over yet.
I still get to go to Grandma's for tonight's family activity. Which is the private little memorial thing for great-grandpa. I'd call it a wake, but most wakes involve alcohol. Ours won't. It should, but it won't. I'm sort of not looking forward to it, even though we need to do it. Even though we need to sit down, finish going through his stuff, and decide what to do with the box of ashes on the hearth.
We went through some stuff on Christmas, but nobody wanted to touch too much of it without Grandma there, because inevitibly we'd take something she felt very attatched to, and nobody wants to hear about it. I ended up with a map of "Russia and the former Soviet Union" dated 1993. Goddess only knows why great-grandpa had a map of the old USSR, but it's a good map, National Geographic or something. Nobody else wanted it, so I took it.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with it. And there's no one alive who knows why he would've had such a thing, which strikes me as, in a way, quite sad.
And morbid as this may sound, I always seem to end up with things belonging to the dead relatives I wasn't that close to, as opposed to the ones I was. I have nothing of my great-grandmother's on Mom's father's side, or her sister, my great-aunt's, and I loved them best. Miss them most, too.
*sigh*
But at least we're doing something. Because I really don't want to get older, be clearing out Grandma's stuff when she dies, and go, "oh, look, kids, it's Great-Grandpa. Can't believe he's still here... shit." You know?
So anyway. This promises to be really strange and depressing. Even if it doesn't degenerate into Trival Persuit games that last all night, or discussions of Mad Cow disease. (Don't ask. Please don't ask. I don't want to think about it.)
And there's not even any pie left. Bah.
It could have something to do with the fact I've had music blasting in my ears all day, and I turned it off. It seems too quiet, but I'm going to have to go get ready in a bit here, so... yeah.
I've been cleaning my room most of the day. Actually seem to have made some progress, but now I'm exhausted. And of course the day's not over yet.
I still get to go to Grandma's for tonight's family activity. Which is the private little memorial thing for great-grandpa. I'd call it a wake, but most wakes involve alcohol. Ours won't. It should, but it won't. I'm sort of not looking forward to it, even though we need to do it. Even though we need to sit down, finish going through his stuff, and decide what to do with the box of ashes on the hearth.
We went through some stuff on Christmas, but nobody wanted to touch too much of it without Grandma there, because inevitibly we'd take something she felt very attatched to, and nobody wants to hear about it. I ended up with a map of "Russia and the former Soviet Union" dated 1993. Goddess only knows why great-grandpa had a map of the old USSR, but it's a good map, National Geographic or something. Nobody else wanted it, so I took it.
I have no idea what I'm going to do with it. And there's no one alive who knows why he would've had such a thing, which strikes me as, in a way, quite sad.
And morbid as this may sound, I always seem to end up with things belonging to the dead relatives I wasn't that close to, as opposed to the ones I was. I have nothing of my great-grandmother's on Mom's father's side, or her sister, my great-aunt's, and I loved them best. Miss them most, too.
*sigh*
But at least we're doing something. Because I really don't want to get older, be clearing out Grandma's stuff when she dies, and go, "oh, look, kids, it's Great-Grandpa. Can't believe he's still here... shit." You know?
So anyway. This promises to be really strange and depressing. Even if it doesn't degenerate into Trival Persuit games that last all night, or discussions of Mad Cow disease. (Don't ask. Please don't ask. I don't want to think about it.)
And there's not even any pie left. Bah.
