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brandywine28I found out today that my father's mother died in 2004, and I'm either doing a really great or an unspeakably craptacular job of processing that info. I can't tell.
I only met her twice: once when I was six, and once at my dad's wake - during which she (jerkishly) decided to inform me that the fact I look and act so much like my mother made(/makes-?) me into the disappointment of a lifetime. (She hated my mother.)
So, two memories. One lousy, one neutral. And there'd be no point in covering up all the mirrors and sitting shiva now. No reason to send flowers. No one to receive them if I did. So I guess what I'm really asking is...can I actually get away with going about my day as planned? Or would fixing myself a grilled cheese and watching Peter Pan Live like nothing's wrong make me into the douchiest monster imaginable?
I only met her twice: once when I was six, and once at my dad's wake - during which she (jerkishly) decided to inform me that the fact I look and act so much like my mother made(/makes-?) me into the disappointment of a lifetime. (She hated my mother.)
So, two memories. One lousy, one neutral. And there'd be no point in covering up all the mirrors and sitting shiva now. No reason to send flowers. No one to receive them if I did. So I guess what I'm really asking is...can I actually get away with going about my day as planned? Or would fixing myself a grilled cheese and watching Peter Pan Live like nothing's wrong make me into the douchiest monster imaginable?
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Date: 2014-12-06 11:58 am (UTC)Tragic/Funny story: A decade or so ago, my Godmother calls my parents to tell them that her mother died. My dad is all, "Well, I know, she died years ago."
But as it turned out she was put into an institution years ago, but they had told everyone that she died because of the stigma.
Such a sad story for my Godmother's mother, but my poor Dad too.