In loving memory...
Its just one of those days, where I am bored as hell... Nothing to do and nothing to blog about.
BLAH!!!
And to top it off its such a gloomy day. I have to leave work at 4 because I have to go to my uncle K's funeral this afternoon. I'd rather not go at all, but I have to pay my respects. I guess I feel kinda guilty that I'm not as sad as I should be. I mean, he is my uncle. But I haven't seen him in over 10 years... He didn't even come to my grandfathers funeral. I really have no idea who he is... Well, I do know that he was a very bad alcoholic. He basically lived at the bar with one of my other uncles. Between the two of them they probably drank enough liquor to get the whole US military buzzed...
I do have some memories of him though.... I remember watching him sit around my grandparents table playing poker with my other uncles, smoking his pipe... ohh how I loved the smell of that pipe... I remember that he always smelled like pabst blue ribbon beer.. I remember he made me take my first sip of beer (yes, pabst blue ribbon... YUK!) when I was about 7 or 8... He said if I didn't like the taste then, then hopefully I would never drink it again.. Boy was he wrong! And I also remember that I always thought he was creepy because in a freak accident at work 5 of his 10 fingers were cut off... Not all the way just 2/3 of the way.. actually it still kinda freaks me out...
Another reason I don't want to go is the fact that I'm sure my father will be there. Hopefully he wont recognize me and I can just ignore him.. Yeah, that might have actually worked if his stupid wife wouldn't have taken pictures at the baby shower... Dumb broad! now I'm stuck... Maybe I can just act like I didn't see him... Or just act.. shit I don't know, I'm out of ideas!
BLAH!!!
And to top it off its such a gloomy day. I have to leave work at 4 because I have to go to my uncle K's funeral this afternoon. I'd rather not go at all, but I have to pay my respects. I guess I feel kinda guilty that I'm not as sad as I should be. I mean, he is my uncle. But I haven't seen him in over 10 years... He didn't even come to my grandfathers funeral. I really have no idea who he is... Well, I do know that he was a very bad alcoholic. He basically lived at the bar with one of my other uncles. Between the two of them they probably drank enough liquor to get the whole US military buzzed...
I do have some memories of him though.... I remember watching him sit around my grandparents table playing poker with my other uncles, smoking his pipe... ohh how I loved the smell of that pipe... I remember that he always smelled like pabst blue ribbon beer.. I remember he made me take my first sip of beer (yes, pabst blue ribbon... YUK!) when I was about 7 or 8... He said if I didn't like the taste then, then hopefully I would never drink it again.. Boy was he wrong! And I also remember that I always thought he was creepy because in a freak accident at work 5 of his 10 fingers were cut off... Not all the way just 2/3 of the way.. actually it still kinda freaks me out...
Another reason I don't want to go is the fact that I'm sure my father will be there. Hopefully he wont recognize me and I can just ignore him.. Yeah, that might have actually worked if his stupid wife wouldn't have taken pictures at the baby shower... Dumb broad! now I'm stuck... Maybe I can just act like I didn't see him... Or just act.. shit I don't know, I'm out of ideas!
So here's to you uncle K...
posted by lilly at 2:11 PM
My condolences. I hope it is not as bad as you think it might be.
you can't pretend to be sad when your not huh lilly...but it's nice that you are going anyway. yeah a missing digit kinda always gave me the creeps as a kid let alone five of them missing. i'd be stuffed if i ever lost any...the LFB has a 'thing' about females having all their digits. thank bugger a lot of the kentucky hussies are missing them. lol. funny that but nearly every second or third female i met there had a finger or a toe missing.
righto you are you the one in the white top in first couple of pics? mind you i did click on this flickr thingo before with an "aha lilly's put some pics up" but i was clicking on the wrong place...duh!
I'm a little late for the advice, but I suppose you could have hidden behind a black veil....
Sorry about your uncle. But boy, can I relate to the bit about having to see your father. Mine's the same way, I only see him at weddings or funerals and it's always very awkward. He's like a stranger, I'll say "Hi" and then I honestly have nothing else to say to him. I've wondered if, when he dies, will I even go to his funeral? I mean, who is this man to me? It's strange and I'm not sure most people would understand.
BTW, I'm glad you put up pics of yourself! I wondered what you looked like and you are pretty! you need to smile a little more though! :)