Sunday, March 15, 2009

Out of the loop

This morning I came upstairs and waited for my parents to finish getting ready so we could head to church. I had a decent conversation with my mom but I don't remember what it was about. I know part was about how she thinks I wasn't at work friday night until 2 am closing. I really was. Then we start to walk out the door. She turns me suddenly and says, " Oh yeah, did I tell you Darlene died?" Of course it took a second to process that sentence. The only response I could think was, "really?" She responds with, "Yeah, Wednesday," then proceeds to walk out to the car like nothing just happened.

I guess I should tell you who Darlene is. She is my grandfather's second wife. My grandpa died last year of cancer. Darlene had a form of cancer as well. She was a beautiful woman. Not physically but personality wise. They have one daughter together, Lisa who is my mom's half-sister. They are a very sweet family. I only met them a few times but I do remember when I was younger and Grandpa was in better health he would IM me and we would talk. I would talk to Lisa every now and then too. They lived in Houston, Texas and I was never allowed to go visit them except a couple times due to my Grandma and Mema not liking them. That's the beauty of divorce folks.

The worst part is that they were the only ones in my family that had sent me a birthday card every year with at least twenty five dollars in it. Even if the money had not been in there it meant a lot that they at least remembered. I recieved nothing from anyone outside my immediate family this year. Not even a phone call. I still have a necklace he gave me one year. It's a gold heart with a mustard seed inside. It's my favorite gift that's I've ever gotten mainly because of the note I got with it. I still have the baseball jacket with my name (spelled correctly too) on it he gave me for my 9th birthday. I had just started playing softball.

I'm really hurt that it took my mom five days to tell me she died and so bluntly too. Don't look too upset now.

March just keeps getting better and better for me every year. Next year I'm hibernating through it.

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