{"id":672,"date":"2006-10-11T00:59:19","date_gmt":"2006-10-11T05:59:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/blog\/?p=61"},"modified":"2013-10-17T16:12:23","modified_gmt":"2013-10-17T21:12:23","slug":"lump-of-confusion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/?p=672","title":{"rendered":"Lump of Confusion"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Slightly modified from the original post&#8230;to keep the thumping hordes from sending hate mail. Again.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Ok, well yeah. I&#8217;m having one of those really weird weeks and I swear it started with having goose for thanksgiving instead of turkey. No one can snag that, by the way &#8211; I have something cooking on the burner with that..LOL I do have some good news, but I&#8217;m wondering if I should wait until it&#8217;s officially announced to post it. But Michele knows&#8230;ARGH. Well, I&#8217;ll do this and then wait for the ok to post the other. ;)<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re all at my mother&#8217;s Sunday. I stupidly ask why 10 chairs instead of just 8. Turns out my aunt and uncle (my father&#8217;s sister and brother) were in town because the care home called them in to sit and wait on my grandmother&#8217;s last moments. Now, here&#8217;s the thing. I hesitate to call her that, even if that&#8217;s what she is. I don&#8217;t know the woman. I&#8217;ve spoken to her, politely, only twice in my life. Once when I was visiting her neighbor, and the second time when my oldest was finally out of the hospital (she was premie) and I ran into her at the store.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve lived my entire life in the same town\/area as the woman, and those are the only two times I&#8217;ve spoken to her; the only two times she&#8217;s been civil to me. My father was her favorite&#8230;and I&#8217;m the result of his affair with my mother. Never mind he had divorced his wife, or that he and my mother were together for a total of four years. I am just NOT his child. Not to mention &#8211; I look a lot like his side of the family&#8230;particularly the weird green\/yellow eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Ok, I&#8217;m rambling. I am trying to get to the point here. So, I&#8217;ve always been close to my aunt and her kids. My uncle lives in Alberta, so I only see him once or twice every few years. There are a couple of other aunts I&#8217;ve spoken to, but I wouldn&#8217;t know again if they approached me. I have met one of my paternal siblings. I&#8217;m not part of that family, not really. Just my aunt, my uncle and four cousins and their kids.<\/p>\n<p>So the old gal died Monday evening. I&#8217;m not entirely sure how I&#8217;m supposed to feel. <\/p>\n<p>I feel bad for my aunt, uncle and cousins. They&#8217;ve asked that I attend the service but I didn&#8217;t know her. I don&#8217;t know any of the rest of the family. And the father will be there, no doubt, to see what crumbs he may have missed in &#8217;97 when they had to have her committed. I haven&#8217;t seen him, to my knowledge, since I was 4. Apparently. I think I might remember him from then, but it could be that I&#8217;ve only created the memory to go with what I&#8217;ve heard.<\/p>\n<p>I feel like I should be sad. I know it&#8217;s made me think of my gran and gramps a lot more, today. The difference between my maternal gran and this other one was like night and day. Is that coloring my thinking now? <\/p>\n<p>Is it sad or just bad, that I feel bad for not feeling sad? ::)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Slightly modified from the original post&#8230;to keep the thumping hordes from sending hate mail. Again. Ok, well yeah. I&#8217;m having one of those really weird weeks and I swear it started with having goose for thanksgiving instead of turkey. No one can snag that, by the way &#8211; I have something cooking on the burner [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[321],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-672","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cynical-bytchwytch"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/672","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=672"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":717,"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/672\/revisions\/717"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=672"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=672"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}