And I cannot even express how glad I am to be back home. I cannot wait to sleep a full night in my own bed.
Family is really quite exhausting and for what ever reason, this side of the family just can’t get along. The funeral was lovely for Grandpa, he even got military honors. This is when the bad business started.
When Military honors are bestowed at a veteran’s funeral, the first born child is to accept the flag (when no wife is alive or if the veteran is no longer married). In lieu of the first born child, the oldest son is given the honor of accepting the flag.
My mother is the first born child. She was not given the honor of accepting the flag from a grateful Nation. Aunt Diane, who is neither first born or first born son, was the one who accepted the flag. I was jilted so that my head physically jerked as tho I’d been slapped.
There were two other things that really got me riled up. First, Aunt Diane didn’t even bother to speak to me the whole time I was there. We had several occasions to speak, when I first got there, when we were at the funeral and then the after funeral. She even watched me load up my cloths and purse, and yet still said nothing. Yet, her best friend of whom I don’t even know did come up to me and tell me how glad she was that I had made it in time.
Finally, there was a lovely Christmas dinner for the family, you know… Aunt Diane, Aunt Lisa and Uncle Chuck… but we were conveniently excluded.
I have to say that not being invited to a Christmas dinner is very insulting to me. I mean the epitome of insulting. Mom said it was because they were slighting her, that it wasn’t me. I’m sure she’s right. However, being serious Christians on the most important day of the Christian holidays… very, very rude and very, very nasty. I am so personally offended that I just want to spit nails!
And people wonder why I want to be a hermit and a recluse…. That’s the problem with the world, everyone is worried about them selves and not loving family and others. This generation should be called the “Me” generation…
So… I’m home and I’m so happy to be back here with Papa. I missed him so much and after being away, I can say that I love him all the more for all of his wonderful qualities!
So ends this chapter of “The days of Fizz’s Life” stay tuned, more to come!
© “Fizz” 2008