Funeral Blues...
Well, today was my auntie's funeral and, as usual with family events in our family, we all pulled together and supported each other - not!
One of my siblings (who doesn't speak to 2 of the others, seems to have developed a problem with another one, and seems to be giving me the bum's rush at the moment too) has moved away (still within easy travelling distance from Orkney), and didn't even come home for their auntie's (who they spent most of their life living right next door to) funeral. Their reason? They were feeling "left out".
Then there's the sibling who doesn't get on with me ever since just before Mum died (even though the bust-up was "forgiven and forgotten" on both sides when Dad was in hospital in Aberdeen). Today they barely acknowledged my presence (mind you, that's not unusual).
I wasn't really included in the funeral party this time (not being required to be a pall-bearer or anything), and I actually felt very over-looked... like my grief wasn't as strong as those older than me, because I hadn't "known" my auntie so long. As a for-instance, the undertaker shook hands with the other nephews and nieces at the graveside... but not me.
Okay, she's only been my auntie for 35 years, not over 50 like in some cases... but that doesn't make me any less sad...
Anyway, enough of my diatribe...
The funeral service was lovely, no fuss, no big show (my auntie was very quiet and didn't like a big deal made of birthdays or anything)... just family and some of the people who had worked with her over the years... And the weather stayed nice for the burial.
R.I.P. Auntie Jo... I'll miss you...
One of my siblings (who doesn't speak to 2 of the others, seems to have developed a problem with another one, and seems to be giving me the bum's rush at the moment too) has moved away (still within easy travelling distance from Orkney), and didn't even come home for their auntie's (who they spent most of their life living right next door to) funeral. Their reason? They were feeling "left out".
Then there's the sibling who doesn't get on with me ever since just before Mum died (even though the bust-up was "forgiven and forgotten" on both sides when Dad was in hospital in Aberdeen). Today they barely acknowledged my presence (mind you, that's not unusual).
I wasn't really included in the funeral party this time (not being required to be a pall-bearer or anything), and I actually felt very over-looked... like my grief wasn't as strong as those older than me, because I hadn't "known" my auntie so long. As a for-instance, the undertaker shook hands with the other nephews and nieces at the graveside... but not me.
Okay, she's only been my auntie for 35 years, not over 50 like in some cases... but that doesn't make me any less sad...
Anyway, enough of my diatribe...
The funeral service was lovely, no fuss, no big show (my auntie was very quiet and didn't like a big deal made of birthdays or anything)... just family and some of the people who had worked with her over the years... And the weather stayed nice for the burial.
R.I.P. Auntie Jo... I'll miss you...
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