Had to go into work this week, a I couldn't get an answer from the phone, thought I was timing it all wrong but seemingly no one in the office this week at all.
So got HR and things are all clear for Monday & Tuesday and I don't need to be there.
Also swapped cars.
Xavier is now sitting at my sister's and would you believe folk already looking at it. The guy I bought it off didn't want to buy it back too old says he!
Aye well you did sell it to me.
Anyway, we know its a nice wee run around and not really the kind of car I should be driving at my age but I like it, but it seems we shall get rid of it easier than the box my brother in law drove which I now have sitting outside the house.
So whatever is got for Xavier will go to sister for me having Salvatore Valentino, aye I named it, its Italian so it needed a name.
Also went to Undertakers, saw the order of service, was told the coffin had been sealed so no one could see him and they did say to sister that he wasn't the man he was.... the girl asked me what he'd died of, as he'd kind of
deteriorated quicker than they thought.
The logical scientist in me says aye well he was dead for nearly 10hours in a centrally heated house things were bound to start a chain reaction to a quicker start to decomposing.
Other part of me says a shame that his sister couldn't go and say good bye to him rather than a coffin.
I don't know why but I am a tad matter of fact where death is concerned.
My logical head goes on and i have to say I must sound callous and I am convinced its a defence mechanism so I am away from the actual deed itself.
Don't know why I've always been like this but I have, don't get me wrong I am always sad on the passing of someone, but, I can't do the weeping and
wailing kind of thing,maybe I've not loved anyone enough but that would be a lie, but it is expected of me, the youngest to be the strongest out the 5 of us.
So therefore I must build this wall around me and hide behind the parapets until I am alone and it hits me.
It took ages for it to hit after my birth twin, my great nephew had died.
Just one day coming home from work and they played Queen's Don't Stop Me Now, his favourite song and then whoosh.
Errant daughter is being a pain which is really taking my mind off things too.
She wants to bring the boyfriend to the funeral and we've said no (1) not the ideal place to meet the family (2) he didn't know my brother in law.
So she through a strop about it stating well she wouldn't go, so it was point out she could travel with my nephew etc and she went no as she'd feel awkward with him.
Ok he's her bio dad and she's known all her life who he is and her bio mum and why he wasn't allowed her after her mum gave her up, and has on many an
occasion been in his company etc and got very close to him when my great nephew , her half brother died.
Now suddenly its not seemly.
Also her other Auntie will be a bitch to her, well maybe but not at a funeral!
So this is the girl that is training to be a counsellor.
I would say in all honesty she needs to HAVE therapy again and not give it.
I have a rough idea what is behind all this, she will have painted a cruel and horrific picture of how we are all to her and to
fraternise with the enemy would be unseemly.
I am way past caring about her teenage behavior when she is 24 but it would upset my sister if she didn't turn up, but the daughter really needs to know that Tuesday isn't her being centre of attention as she is now hijacking it but her Aunt's.