I’ve got a wake today. Prity’s dad died last Thursday night/ Friday. Diabetes they think. He went in his sleep. 2 things irritate me.
1) His wife, Prity’s stepmom, is more concerned with money than his death. This isn’t a one-sided biased view of her simply trying to make ends meet. She had all the paperwork out and ready friday morning. She is calling all her relatives telling them she needs money and can’t even afford the funeral. She has 40,000 coming to her in insurance. She’s saying Prity isn’t helping out at all and wasn’t even there Friday. Prity was there all Friday morning and looked after her step-brothers all day and night. She’s telling all these things to Prity’s relatives… badmouthing her to try and get a few more sympathy $$$. We’re going to corner her and ask her what the HELL is going on today at the wake.
2) I’m all dressed up. As soon as Bob (the annoying girl in the cubicle next to me) sees me all dressed up, she’ll put on her plastic happy face and ask “Why so spiffy?” with an ear-to-ear smile. When I tell her I have a wake, she’ll put on the plastic “I pry because I care” attitude. I don’t want to put up with her crap today. I think to myself “What would Brian do in this situation?” The thought makes me smile.
-Ian
makes me smile too
People shouldn’t push me too far. I might end up standing behind them. People don’t want to push me so far that I’m standing behind them. I might *do* things to them. With words and actions. The void caused by their sudden absence would suck. But not as bad as it would suck to be them.
I’ll call you soon.