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I 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?
