well, my paternal grandmother is dead. bummer. now i have no grandmas left.
she died yesterday, actually. i was just too lazy to write anything about it. how handy.
so anyways, i've decided to write about each day of her funeral. and as they say on obituaries, interment will be on--wait...i totally forgot! was it thursday or friday? ack. i'm such a terrible grandkid--thursday/friday/whatever.
day 1 (yesterday)
did nothing much. didn't want to answer the phone when it rang because didn't want to be the bearer of bad news (no, actually, i just didn't want to hear the somber voice of whoever was on the other line and didn't want to hear them say that grandmother was dead.) but then it turned out not to be my dad but enrico, a friend from school. just finished talking to enrico when they (parents) announced that grandmother was nearing death. was fully expecting it even without the announcement. told enrico that when i see ira and chel when classes start, am totally telling them that my granmother's dead and i hope that they are happy (on account of the two of them sending me one of those allegedly cursed messages which said that if i didn't send it my mother will die in a week. well, grandmother is just five letters away, right? that'll teach them to forward stupid messages that really don't have any sense but are passed on anyway because silly people believe what they are saying. but whatever. am just trying to make the world a better place one senseless message at a time.)
nothing much happened at the funeral. saw aunt with extra-squinty eyes, on account of having cried immensely. cousin (aj) said that it would've been squintier if not for the fact that aunt put ice on eyes. also, purple ribbons arrived. the ones they put on the inside lid of the coffin (which was open). heard mother argue with father about her name on the ribbon (emillie, which is a wonderful name if you ask me; much, much better than mine; but does mother appreciate it? nooo) looked at ribbons more closely and wondered out loud why names on the ribbons were written on wrong groupings (meaning that the names of siblings ought to be on the same ribbon. example: kim, kaye, katrina, karl) cousin overheard and answered. said that some of step-uncle's relatives did not know that aunt (dina) had another kid before aj and trisha. had a hard time getting what she was saying. originally thought that cousin's sister was the one who didn't know about trisha and the batangas folks. when corrected, thought another wrong thing and wa thinking that all the batangas people didn't know about aj and her sister. turns out that only some, as opposed to all, did not know. whatever. still think cousin's life is far more complicated than own. cool.
day 2 (today--duh)
was surprised to find long lost cousin in the living room (well, not lost. she was taken away by her father on account of him having thought that her mother was having an affair and got pregnant with my other cousin, her sister. or so i was told. maybe they just couldn't get along.) long lost cousin (kiji--kristine--joyce--whatever you call her now) was not speaking much, probably on account of her not having seen us in a couple of years. noticed that she looked *exactly* like long lost uncle (a short nerdy guy, but in a good way.) got bored to death with sister and cousins downstairs so decided to go upstairs and watch tv. fell asleep while watching tv and woke up 6.30. was fetched by father about 8.30 and was brought to grandmother's funeral (there were about a gazillion people--but not as much as the people in maternal grandmother's funeral, wherein the mayor, possibly the vice mayor, the governor [who is also an actor], and everybody else important came.)
in grandmother's funeral, was being forced by father to sit beside the coffin but strongly declined due to possible necrophobia. almost cried because of fear of dead people and death itself, but managed to stop self from hurling because the whole house was staring at me and were probably thinking what a primadonna i was. but whatever. am deathly (pardon the pun) scared of funerals, dead people and death itself and am not afraid to admit it. (the idea of death makes me lie awake at night. honestly. i cannot make myself sleep when a thought about death enters my mind. actually have to read until my eyes itch just to force my eyes to close.)
when father finally gave up, relatives finally noticed my long lost cousin and started interrogating her. learned a lot from listening to long lost cousin's responses, as she was sitting next to myself. learned that:
-cousin is good in drawing
-cousin is off to college (FEU), is going to take architecture and is not going to live in a dorm. she is going home. every single night. while she is in college. WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING??? HOW ABOUT THE PARTIES??? HOW ABOUT THE GUYS???!!!
-cousin apparently does not remember all the people from our side of the family. even ate cheche. and that aunt from chinatown. and kuya bong. and apparently, my mom.
-cousin apparently *does* know about her mother's second family. heard that she calls aunt dina 'mommy'.
-uncle apparently has a second family of his own, with three other children apart from aj and kiji. upon calculation, it comes to mind that the sisters both have four half-siblings and five actual siblings each. and i thought *i* had one too many.
also learned that cousin liked to read upon inspection of her stuff while she was on another room. saw the sisterhood of the travelling pants among her things. am thinking that the two of us might possibly get along. also thinking that if she promises not to wrinkle the spine, i will let her borrow my books when she finishes the one she's reading.
well, that's it for mow. more tomorrow. i'm sure id've heard about more family secrets by then.
she died yesterday, actually. i was just too lazy to write anything about it. how handy.
so anyways, i've decided to write about each day of her funeral. and as they say on obituaries, interment will be on--wait...i totally forgot! was it thursday or friday? ack. i'm such a terrible grandkid--thursday/friday/whatever.
day 1 (yesterday)
did nothing much. didn't want to answer the phone when it rang because didn't want to be the bearer of bad news (no, actually, i just didn't want to hear the somber voice of whoever was on the other line and didn't want to hear them say that grandmother was dead.) but then it turned out not to be my dad but enrico, a friend from school. just finished talking to enrico when they (parents) announced that grandmother was nearing death. was fully expecting it even without the announcement. told enrico that when i see ira and chel when classes start, am totally telling them that my granmother's dead and i hope that they are happy (on account of the two of them sending me one of those allegedly cursed messages which said that if i didn't send it my mother will die in a week. well, grandmother is just five letters away, right? that'll teach them to forward stupid messages that really don't have any sense but are passed on anyway because silly people believe what they are saying. but whatever. am just trying to make the world a better place one senseless message at a time.)
nothing much happened at the funeral. saw aunt with extra-squinty eyes, on account of having cried immensely. cousin (aj) said that it would've been squintier if not for the fact that aunt put ice on eyes. also, purple ribbons arrived. the ones they put on the inside lid of the coffin (which was open). heard mother argue with father about her name on the ribbon (emillie, which is a wonderful name if you ask me; much, much better than mine; but does mother appreciate it? nooo) looked at ribbons more closely and wondered out loud why names on the ribbons were written on wrong groupings (meaning that the names of siblings ought to be on the same ribbon. example: kim, kaye, katrina, karl) cousin overheard and answered. said that some of step-uncle's relatives did not know that aunt (dina) had another kid before aj and trisha. had a hard time getting what she was saying. originally thought that cousin's sister was the one who didn't know about trisha and the batangas folks. when corrected, thought another wrong thing and wa thinking that all the batangas people didn't know about aj and her sister. turns out that only some, as opposed to all, did not know. whatever. still think cousin's life is far more complicated than own. cool.
day 2 (today--duh)
was surprised to find long lost cousin in the living room (well, not lost. she was taken away by her father on account of him having thought that her mother was having an affair and got pregnant with my other cousin, her sister. or so i was told. maybe they just couldn't get along.) long lost cousin (kiji--kristine--joyce--whatever you call her now) was not speaking much, probably on account of her not having seen us in a couple of years. noticed that she looked *exactly* like long lost uncle (a short nerdy guy, but in a good way.) got bored to death with sister and cousins downstairs so decided to go upstairs and watch tv. fell asleep while watching tv and woke up 6.30. was fetched by father about 8.30 and was brought to grandmother's funeral (there were about a gazillion people--but not as much as the people in maternal grandmother's funeral, wherein the mayor, possibly the vice mayor, the governor [who is also an actor], and everybody else important came.)
in grandmother's funeral, was being forced by father to sit beside the coffin but strongly declined due to possible necrophobia. almost cried because of fear of dead people and death itself, but managed to stop self from hurling because the whole house was staring at me and were probably thinking what a primadonna i was. but whatever. am deathly (pardon the pun) scared of funerals, dead people and death itself and am not afraid to admit it. (the idea of death makes me lie awake at night. honestly. i cannot make myself sleep when a thought about death enters my mind. actually have to read until my eyes itch just to force my eyes to close.)
when father finally gave up, relatives finally noticed my long lost cousin and started interrogating her. learned a lot from listening to long lost cousin's responses, as she was sitting next to myself. learned that:
-cousin is good in drawing
-cousin is off to college (FEU), is going to take architecture and is not going to live in a dorm. she is going home. every single night. while she is in college. WHO WOULD DO SUCH A THING??? HOW ABOUT THE PARTIES??? HOW ABOUT THE GUYS???!!!
-cousin apparently does not remember all the people from our side of the family. even ate cheche. and that aunt from chinatown. and kuya bong. and apparently, my mom.
-cousin apparently *does* know about her mother's second family. heard that she calls aunt dina 'mommy'.
-uncle apparently has a second family of his own, with three other children apart from aj and kiji. upon calculation, it comes to mind that the sisters both have four half-siblings and five actual siblings each. and i thought *i* had one too many.
also learned that cousin liked to read upon inspection of her stuff while she was on another room. saw the sisterhood of the travelling pants among her things. am thinking that the two of us might possibly get along. also thinking that if she promises not to wrinkle the spine, i will let her borrow my books when she finishes the one she's reading.
well, that's it for mow. more tomorrow. i'm sure id've heard about more family secrets by then.
