So we left off with my father telling me to BEHAVE. Thus, knocking me down to the status of a child. I told him I am NOT a child, and I refuse to be treated as such. Additionally, it is highly disrespectful. He didn't seem to care.
He called back later to let me know that they still weren't at my Uncle's (it has now been 4 hrs. I can't figure out what took so long). He still didn't have the name of the funeral home, and I asked that he call me by 8pm, as Bro and I were probably going to go to bed early since we had to get up early. It was 3:30pm at this point.
Did I mention that my brother paid $600 to fly up that day? I picked him up at the airport around 6:30pm, and he stayed with me. I hadn't seen him in several years, so it was sort of "nice." Turns out....he thinks my parents are as loony as I do.
8:30pm....still nothing from my father. I called....voicemail. We have no idea where we were going in the morning...someone needed to know something. But why communicate when you can just drive members of your family Bat-$hit crazy? My brother tried calling at 9:00pm, and actually got my dad.
Now....be forewarned....I am NOT making this up. This is actually what happened.
I am listening to Bro on the phone, arguing with my dad that we were NOT going to make it to the house by 9am (that would have required leaving at 5:15-5:30am) to take the limo (we didn't want to anyway, but in hindsight, should have taken the limo...more on this later) over to the funeral home. Please just give us the name and address of the funeral home. Finally he agrees....Bro writes it down.
The next words out of Bro's mouth....."So what time do you think you will be home from the hospital?"
Hospital? Who is at the hospital?
Bro gets off the phone and just looks at me....."Sis, you are soooooo not going to believe this."
Turns out that my MOTHER (the one who needs all the attention), slipped getting into the mini van they rented (it was all the car's fault), fell backward, and HIT HER HEAD on the pavement. Blood everywhere. Had to be taken by ambulance to the hospital to rule out a concussion (it wasn't). She had x-rays and a CT scan. In the end, she shook up her brain pretty good and was going to have a big headache. But she was fine.
Now, this is important for a few reasons...
- She had to wear a compression bandage on her head, thus calling attention to the injury (oh, did she).
- My aunt died of BRAIN CANCER, and now my mother is wearing this bandage on her head TO THE FUNERAL.
So, in a 24 hr period of time....my parents cancelled their trip to see us and flew to NY. Mom managed to injure herself and get a ride in an ambulance and lots of bloody bandages. Dad missed taking HIS medication, and due to his health issues and all the excitement, by the time we saw him on Wednesday, he was in bad shape. Bro flew to CT, and spent WAY too much money doing so....all in the name of family peace. I had to rearrange my schedule at work, deal with not knowing what was going on with the 'rents. Deal with disappointed kids who were so upset that Grammy and Grandpa weren't coming. Bossy threw a wicked tantrum.
And we aren't even at the funeral yet. More to come....but to give you a teaser, this was part of it:
Uncle to Mysti: You aren't too big for me to put over my knee.