I woke up today with the feeling of “Some thing’s just not right.” I assumed this was because I’d slept too late again and Sean (yet again) failed to wake me at a reasonable time. I don’t even hear the alarm going off sometimes so having the extra help is always a valuable resource for me. So I woke up and did the dishes quick, had my morning cig and then hung out in the living room for a little while. I felt as though I had no reason to go through email today considering I’ve responded to everything before I’d gone to sleep last night. My spam box is empty, my client folders are empty – there’s nothing left for me to do so I’m just going to sit and relax for a change.
A little while later Karen came home from the beach, I had just started to doze on the couch when I heard her pull up. Princess heard her as well so I was basically woken up by her excessive barking. I’m not sure why I’m as tired as I’ve been lately but again, this stems back to my “just not feeling right” state of mind the last couple of days.
After a quick clean-out of a spill in the fridge I threw a meatloaf in the crockpot for the dogs and the remaining meat went towards dinner tonight. I threw some bugers on the grill and the whole time – yet again – my stomach was just acting up. Sean came out to join us for dinner (he claimed he wasn’t feeling well so he just went to bed without eating anything). About 10 minutes later he appeared and announced that my father had called earlier this afternoon and left a message for me to call him back. My father NEVER leaves a message, he knows there’s caller ID and eventually he’ll get a call back. In order for him to actually leave a message, naturally I can expect the worse.
So after dinner I went outside with the phone and called the house, my sister answered noting that he was in Jersey already and that I should try his cell. After talking to her for a few moments I found out that my Aunt isn’t doing too well with her pregnancy…my other aunt is having trouble getting around after her surgery (thyroid cancer), my grandfather is driving everyone nuts because he’s been lingering around the store all day (prostate cancer) since he can’t work at the moment and my grandmother is basically being my grandmother – the women will never change.
After a quick trip to the bathroom I called my father to find out that my Aunt Teresa had passed away on Thursday. The feeling in the pit of my stomach has now subsided since it’s no longer connected to the “What could it possibly be?” kind of feelings. She was in her late 80’s in the advanced stages of dementia and so many other factors that aided in her final days. They say that she’d gone to sleep peacefully and just never woke up. She was to a point where she literally had no idea who you were, even if you were her own children. Everyone is stating that it couldn’t have come at a better time, she fought for as long as she needed to, she’s in a better place now – basically anything you can say to lighten the situation that your mother was suffering and all you cared about was what ever is written in the will.
They tossed this woman from senior home to senior home just because they didn’t feel like dealing with her. They know based on previous readings of her entire estate that she’s worth around 20+ million dollars. All her kids wanted was for her to die so they could get the cash. I swear if I ever pulled something like that with my father – he’d haunt the living hell out of me. What they’ll be unhappy to know – however – is that they aren’t getting a DIME all the money has been left to her 18 grandchildren. I know you’re thinking “Woah, 18 is A LOT” she had six children, one of which was gay and the rest of them reproduced obviously more than one time. I believe one of her eldest daughters has 6-7 children, two of which are in college.
All of her children are very well taken care of by their husbands. There are nothing but doctors and lawyers in that family so leaving the money towards the grandchildren is the natural thing to do, especially considering how proud of a grandmother she really was. It’s just a shame that by the end…she didn’t know who any of these people were.