and then life happened...
Jun. 20th, 2007 02:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hypatia42When we last really talked, my grandmother had died. In and of itself, that is a good thing. She'd been missing from her body for quite a while and it was only a matter of time(in a completely different way that it is only a matter of time for all of us). She did not die of complications of gangrene, which is a nasty painful way to die. She died relatively peacfully of a case of pneumonia that she contracted from the hospital. That was sometime during the night of Thursday, June 7th/8th.
Knowing how horribly I deal with mornings, my mother saw fit to call me at 6:30am the morning of the 8th. This after working 12 hours the day before. This was possibly the most inconsiderate thing she did all weekend. It honestly prevented me from functioning the rest of the day. Teh suck. I tossed restlessly for a few hours then got up to deal. Called the Honey in Colorado and he set about seeing what he could do to change flight plans to include a trip to KC. Called my mom to get the real info. Cause whatever we talked about at 6:30 am I didn't get. I apparently asked her what time it was and when she said 6:30 I asked am or pm. The Honey called back to find out what I could do ticket-wise and what I was willing to re-arrange and still be able to make it to FSG. At that point the funeral was going to be on Monday around 10. Meaning there was no way we could get to PA before 1am. I busrt into tears. I am really not good at my plans suddenly changing. Does a number on my head. Called the G ladies to see if they could come over to help me pack because I was officially a space case.
They were in the middle of lunch and couldn't be here for a few hours. I have no memory of anything in between calling them and them getting here. There were likely more phone calls. In fact that is almost a positive, almost because I really don't remember. I know I was on the phone for three different calls after they arrived. Thye both were wonderful help getting me packed two days early for a long trip that just added two days to it. Picked the Honey up from the airport around 3:30.
He then drove me back to the airport around 5 after being on the phone with the airlines again at least twice. We got there to find out something had gone wonky with the reservation and had to stand in an hour long line to figure out what was up, the plane was scheduled to leave in an hour. I asked if there was anything else we could do and told the lady about the time restraint and the urgency involved. "This is where you need to be." After reaching the front of the line we were told that the plane was on time and there was no way I was going to be able to board. Add insult to injury, I was also told that there was no reason that I should have waited in that line as everyone in it was trying to re-route. Pause for meltdown. Mostly internal even. it was not the woman's fault behind the counter. She efficiently found and booked me on the next flight, called her supervisor to see if she could upgrade me to first class and walked me down to the supervisor area so I could talk to her myself when the super said no. I sat down, in the middle of the floor, mostly out of the way, tears running down my face and looking awful to await the supervisor's arrival. They Honey thought to save me the aggravation and walked over to her as she walked out. I disabused him of the notion that he could handle it without me and motioned him to bring her over to me. I stayed on the floor in my tears, calmly looked up at her and explained that her company had just inconvenienced, not only me and my husband, but my mother who's mother had just died. I walked her through everything we had done that day to make sure that I would be able to get on the plane and let her know that several people onthe phone had told us that everything was taken care of, there would be no problem. Only to arrive and find problems. We had done everything we could have done and had still missed the flight due to no fault of ours. She caved and got me the new boarding passes. The Honey took me out to Khan's for dinner and bought me Choya. By the time we were headed back to the airport I was laughing, if fairly exhausted.
Called mom from first class, just to make sure that everything was still cosher with her picking me up. She broker her glasses while on the phone with me...![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iron_clad came to my rescue. We got to talk for a bit and he even lugged my suitcases upsatirs for me, thouroghly suprising my mom I'm sure. It was rather late.
Got to have breakfast Sat morning with friends, which was really nice. Spent most of the morning driving around running errands and making sure that I didn't need anything else. Why the f*** would anyone make, much less buy, a four cylinder truck I have no clue. What a worthless piece of crap. No torque, but still has the truck suspension just in case you are pulling something small enough that it won't blow out the very powerless engine. BAH! We all had dinner with the Honey and his parents, who picked him up from the airport, at a fav BBQ restaurant.
The funeral was scheduled on Sunday. I had called my older brother's house at some point to make sure he at least knew what was going on. He showed up independently of everyone else. He looks so much like my Dad now its scary. I wonder if Mom has the same moments of, "He looks so much like his father," that Dad has with me. His kids did not come but I got to talk to him for a bit. He seems to be doing well.
The fneral itself was really short and a but hypocritical if you ask me. But people always get strange around death. Learned a few things about the crazy old woman who was my grandmother. Born in 1914 in Belzona MS. Her family was well off enough that they fed people who came into town and she got to attend a two year finishing school after primary. My grandother played women's college basketball. Or rather the then equivalent of it. Wow. That she went to any sort of post primary school is impressive for the time, Great Depression era. But that she played basketball competitively? Wow. In the Senior Olymipcs many years later she was still able to hit 19 of 20 freethrows. I don't know many, if anyone that could do that. 17 of 20 all around the 3 point line. G'damn.
At the same cememtary that Grandmother was being buried, a service was in progress for a man who played a formative role in the Honey's life. He got to sign the book and that seemed to mean something to him.
We then grabbed food, arranged for my camera to be brought to MSP and started the next portion of out trip.
Knowing how horribly I deal with mornings, my mother saw fit to call me at 6:30am the morning of the 8th. This after working 12 hours the day before. This was possibly the most inconsiderate thing she did all weekend. It honestly prevented me from functioning the rest of the day. Teh suck. I tossed restlessly for a few hours then got up to deal. Called the Honey in Colorado and he set about seeing what he could do to change flight plans to include a trip to KC. Called my mom to get the real info. Cause whatever we talked about at 6:30 am I didn't get. I apparently asked her what time it was and when she said 6:30 I asked am or pm. The Honey called back to find out what I could do ticket-wise and what I was willing to re-arrange and still be able to make it to FSG. At that point the funeral was going to be on Monday around 10. Meaning there was no way we could get to PA before 1am. I busrt into tears. I am really not good at my plans suddenly changing. Does a number on my head. Called the G ladies to see if they could come over to help me pack because I was officially a space case.
They were in the middle of lunch and couldn't be here for a few hours. I have no memory of anything in between calling them and them getting here. There were likely more phone calls. In fact that is almost a positive, almost because I really don't remember. I know I was on the phone for three different calls after they arrived. Thye both were wonderful help getting me packed two days early for a long trip that just added two days to it. Picked the Honey up from the airport around 3:30.
He then drove me back to the airport around 5 after being on the phone with the airlines again at least twice. We got there to find out something had gone wonky with the reservation and had to stand in an hour long line to figure out what was up, the plane was scheduled to leave in an hour. I asked if there was anything else we could do and told the lady about the time restraint and the urgency involved. "This is where you need to be." After reaching the front of the line we were told that the plane was on time and there was no way I was going to be able to board. Add insult to injury, I was also told that there was no reason that I should have waited in that line as everyone in it was trying to re-route. Pause for meltdown. Mostly internal even. it was not the woman's fault behind the counter. She efficiently found and booked me on the next flight, called her supervisor to see if she could upgrade me to first class and walked me down to the supervisor area so I could talk to her myself when the super said no. I sat down, in the middle of the floor, mostly out of the way, tears running down my face and looking awful to await the supervisor's arrival. They Honey thought to save me the aggravation and walked over to her as she walked out. I disabused him of the notion that he could handle it without me and motioned him to bring her over to me. I stayed on the floor in my tears, calmly looked up at her and explained that her company had just inconvenienced, not only me and my husband, but my mother who's mother had just died. I walked her through everything we had done that day to make sure that I would be able to get on the plane and let her know that several people onthe phone had told us that everything was taken care of, there would be no problem. Only to arrive and find problems. We had done everything we could have done and had still missed the flight due to no fault of ours. She caved and got me the new boarding passes. The Honey took me out to Khan's for dinner and bought me Choya. By the time we were headed back to the airport I was laughing, if fairly exhausted.
Called mom from first class, just to make sure that everything was still cosher with her picking me up. She broker her glasses while on the phone with me...
iron_clad came to my rescue. We got to talk for a bit and he even lugged my suitcases upsatirs for me, thouroghly suprising my mom I'm sure. It was rather late.Got to have breakfast Sat morning with friends, which was really nice. Spent most of the morning driving around running errands and making sure that I didn't need anything else. Why the f*** would anyone make, much less buy, a four cylinder truck I have no clue. What a worthless piece of crap. No torque, but still has the truck suspension just in case you are pulling something small enough that it won't blow out the very powerless engine. BAH! We all had dinner with the Honey and his parents, who picked him up from the airport, at a fav BBQ restaurant.
The funeral was scheduled on Sunday. I had called my older brother's house at some point to make sure he at least knew what was going on. He showed up independently of everyone else. He looks so much like my Dad now its scary. I wonder if Mom has the same moments of, "He looks so much like his father," that Dad has with me. His kids did not come but I got to talk to him for a bit. He seems to be doing well.
The fneral itself was really short and a but hypocritical if you ask me. But people always get strange around death. Learned a few things about the crazy old woman who was my grandmother. Born in 1914 in Belzona MS. Her family was well off enough that they fed people who came into town and she got to attend a two year finishing school after primary. My grandother played women's college basketball. Or rather the then equivalent of it. Wow. That she went to any sort of post primary school is impressive for the time, Great Depression era. But that she played basketball competitively? Wow. In the Senior Olymipcs many years later she was still able to hit 19 of 20 freethrows. I don't know many, if anyone that could do that. 17 of 20 all around the 3 point line. G'damn.
At the same cememtary that Grandmother was being buried, a service was in progress for a man who played a formative role in the Honey's life. He got to sign the book and that seemed to mean something to him.
We then grabbed food, arranged for my camera to be brought to MSP and started the next portion of out trip.
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Date: 2007-06-20 09:08 pm (UTC)*virtual hug*
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Date: 2007-06-21 02:53 am (UTC)No, not that far up. Lee's Summit. Family has a plot from the 1900s, I believe, from her father.
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Date: 2007-06-22 06:22 pm (UTC)try this one.
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Date: 2007-06-21 09:02 pm (UTC)It's sad we have to wait until they die to find these things out.
Congrats on making it through.