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hathycolLast night Jess came around, and we raided my parents spirits cabinet (used only at Christmas) and drank sherry and some dodgy scrumpy, watching Big Brother and giggling a lot. Megan was on duty to get up for the dog this morning, so I went to bed late with the intention of having a lovely lie-in as I don't need to leave the house until 2pm to meet ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emerald_embers and watch films about aliens.
I got a text from my boss at 7am, asking me to work the 9-1 shift. I contemplated it, then I decided that although I need the money I really couldn't be arsed. In retrospect, it's a good thing I said that as I got a phone call a few hours later from my mum, informing me that her stepfather had died.
Erm. There's not a lot to say there, really; he is my grandmother's husband. I'm not close to either of them and haven't seen them in over five years. He was vastly, morbidly obese, with terrible heart problems and diabetes and refused to stick to a low-fat and low-sugar diet, and smoked at least forty a day. It was only a matter of time. I feel awful for my grandmother, and for my aunty, the one they had together, and for my cousin but, um, on a personal note I just think it's a shame and not much else. It doesn't feel like a personal loss, really.
Unfortunately, I am the responible one of this side of the family who is still in the country. So looks as though I will be fielding questions regarding familial funeral attendence, etc, etc. That said, at the end of the day, the only people who will phone will be Mum - still on holiday, no intention of coming back early - and possibly my actual grandfather to check on stuff like funeral arrangements. Highly doubt we will be included at all. In an awful way, I'm glad of that; it's a terrible shame, it really is, but at the end of the day I didn't know him and his death impacts me merely in a superficial way.
Megan is distraught, but she is... oh, it's an awful thing to say but she's a terrible drama queen. Or I'm a hard-hearted bitch, and remember with a certain amount of bitterness that I was treated as a weirdo whereas she was the blonde golden child. I don't know. Not really much I can say about this one than sounding like an utter bitch, so I won't. I can't be arsed with it all, really.
emerald_embers and watch films about aliens.I got a text from my boss at 7am, asking me to work the 9-1 shift. I contemplated it, then I decided that although I need the money I really couldn't be arsed. In retrospect, it's a good thing I said that as I got a phone call a few hours later from my mum, informing me that her stepfather had died.
Erm. There's not a lot to say there, really; he is my grandmother's husband. I'm not close to either of them and haven't seen them in over five years. He was vastly, morbidly obese, with terrible heart problems and diabetes and refused to stick to a low-fat and low-sugar diet, and smoked at least forty a day. It was only a matter of time. I feel awful for my grandmother, and for my aunty, the one they had together, and for my cousin but, um, on a personal note I just think it's a shame and not much else. It doesn't feel like a personal loss, really.
Unfortunately, I am the responible one of this side of the family who is still in the country. So looks as though I will be fielding questions regarding familial funeral attendence, etc, etc. That said, at the end of the day, the only people who will phone will be Mum - still on holiday, no intention of coming back early - and possibly my actual grandfather to check on stuff like funeral arrangements. Highly doubt we will be included at all. In an awful way, I'm glad of that; it's a terrible shame, it really is, but at the end of the day I didn't know him and his death impacts me merely in a superficial way.
Megan is distraught, but she is... oh, it's an awful thing to say but she's a terrible drama queen. Or I'm a hard-hearted bitch, and remember with a certain amount of bitterness that I was treated as a weirdo whereas she was the blonde golden child. I don't know. Not really much I can say about this one than sounding like an utter bitch, so I won't. I can't be arsed with it all, really.
