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Jun. 10th, 2008 09:45 pmSo, evidently my grandmother just died.
Not my paternal grandma, the other one. Ten years younger and fifty times more senile. She was. I had a sort of dull contempt for her, but I'm not a people person, so that wasn't unusual. Yes, it makes me a bad person that I didn't love or like her, but I didn't. Hnn.
I heard this from my mom, downstairs exclaiming it while on the phone. Hnn. I honestly have no idea how to react. I guess I should tread lightly around her. From some of the things she's said, I think she felt the same kind of dull contempt - her mother, in that period where she was living here in the States, would come out into the cold without wearing warm clothing, and she lost money more often than you'd think. But I know just enough about human nature to know that just because you publicly dislike someone doesn't necessarily mean you really, truly dislike them.
Sigh. That's how it goes, I guess. My paternal grandma is nothing like that. She's older, but she's physically active, volunteers for hospice and church stuff, has friends, cares for the yard - she's not a semimobile bony shape that mumbles incomprehensibly and sometimes starts screeching. If I get that old, I hope I take after my dad's side.
If. Another year. I made a promise to myself, once. I was younger. I've broken personal promises before.
Oh, hell. My maternal grandmother lived in the Philippines, and now my parents are looking into going back for the funeral. Damn it. They were just there in December, when they brought home our clingy dependent cousin Kim. I understand why, yeah - but I really hope they don't take me. I hate travel. And I had a very bad experience, once, when we were going to China.
I'm really not a very good person, am I. I should be sad. But - well, we knew this was happening. My maternal grandmother lived here for a while, where she and my grandfather could make a little more money and live a little better. They moved back to the Philiipines because she wanted to be buried there, or so I've been told. Apparently someone else with that wish once died here, and getting the body back for burial was a terrible, expensive hassle. Shipping it back while it's still breathing is more convenient.
Hell. I'm not a good person at all. If I cared as much about people that I've actually met as I do about people I haven't and never will... Man. I'm so pathetic. Really, really hoping my parents don't know I have a Livejournal, because I know they hate this side of me. Too bad there isn't another one.
Not my paternal grandma, the other one. Ten years younger and fifty times more senile. She was. I had a sort of dull contempt for her, but I'm not a people person, so that wasn't unusual. Yes, it makes me a bad person that I didn't love or like her, but I didn't. Hnn.
I heard this from my mom, downstairs exclaiming it while on the phone. Hnn. I honestly have no idea how to react. I guess I should tread lightly around her. From some of the things she's said, I think she felt the same kind of dull contempt - her mother, in that period where she was living here in the States, would come out into the cold without wearing warm clothing, and she lost money more often than you'd think. But I know just enough about human nature to know that just because you publicly dislike someone doesn't necessarily mean you really, truly dislike them.
Sigh. That's how it goes, I guess. My paternal grandma is nothing like that. She's older, but she's physically active, volunteers for hospice and church stuff, has friends, cares for the yard - she's not a semimobile bony shape that mumbles incomprehensibly and sometimes starts screeching. If I get that old, I hope I take after my dad's side.
If. Another year. I made a promise to myself, once. I was younger. I've broken personal promises before.
Oh, hell. My maternal grandmother lived in the Philippines, and now my parents are looking into going back for the funeral. Damn it. They were just there in December, when they brought home our clingy dependent cousin Kim. I understand why, yeah - but I really hope they don't take me. I hate travel. And I had a very bad experience, once, when we were going to China.
I'm really not a very good person, am I. I should be sad. But - well, we knew this was happening. My maternal grandmother lived here for a while, where she and my grandfather could make a little more money and live a little better. They moved back to the Philiipines because she wanted to be buried there, or so I've been told. Apparently someone else with that wish once died here, and getting the body back for burial was a terrible, expensive hassle. Shipping it back while it's still breathing is more convenient.
Hell. I'm not a good person at all. If I cared as much about people that I've actually met as I do about people I haven't and never will... Man. I'm so pathetic. Really, really hoping my parents don't know I have a Livejournal, because I know they hate this side of me. Too bad there isn't another one.
