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It's possible that I've gone to Florida for the last time already. Read on.
Good Sister called me up and gave me the very low down. Based on Evil Sister's observations this week – difficulty swallowing, limited speech, one hand twitching, the other hand limp – we've all concluded that Mom is unlikely to make it to the fall, never mind next year.
Good Sister has decided that there is to be no conventional funeral. I'm not bent out of shape about this because a real funeral would mean a) traveling a long, expensive distance to b) the hot, scary place that is Florida to see c) two people, one of whom doesn't want to see me, and d) no one else to appreciate it, because everyone Mom once called a friend is either dead, demented, or pissed off at Mom for something she did in the grip of dementia.
Good Sister reiterated her plan: following our parents' wishes and scattering their ashes in the Blue Ridge. I didn't know until then that it was both parents; I thought it was just Dad. Evil Sister proposed giving Mom's ashes to Cousin M for burial next to Mom's sister Aunt H, but no, GS and I are going to road trip together from the DC area. Good for Good Sister. I asked if ES would be joining us, and GS said no. That's too bad, and I told GS so. It's a missed opportunity. Now I'm wondering if I'll ever see my eldest sister again in addition to my mother. That was her choice, though.
Small house update: I have to take (some of?) my window screens down next week because window cleaners are coming. Apparently whoever delivered the screens didn't notify the builder as they were supposed to. There's still a pile of screens and no occupant at Absentee Neighbor's.
Good Sister called me up and gave me the very low down. Based on Evil Sister's observations this week – difficulty swallowing, limited speech, one hand twitching, the other hand limp – we've all concluded that Mom is unlikely to make it to the fall, never mind next year.
Good Sister has decided that there is to be no conventional funeral. I'm not bent out of shape about this because a real funeral would mean a) traveling a long, expensive distance to b) the hot, scary place that is Florida to see c) two people, one of whom doesn't want to see me, and d) no one else to appreciate it, because everyone Mom once called a friend is either dead, demented, or pissed off at Mom for something she did in the grip of dementia.
Good Sister reiterated her plan: following our parents' wishes and scattering their ashes in the Blue Ridge. I didn't know until then that it was both parents; I thought it was just Dad. Evil Sister proposed giving Mom's ashes to Cousin M for burial next to Mom's sister Aunt H, but no, GS and I are going to road trip together from the DC area. Good for Good Sister. I asked if ES would be joining us, and GS said no. That's too bad, and I told GS so. It's a missed opportunity. Now I'm wondering if I'll ever see my eldest sister again in addition to my mother. That was her choice, though.
Small house update: I have to take (some of?) my window screens down next week because window cleaners are coming. Apparently whoever delivered the screens didn't notify the builder as they were supposed to. There's still a pile of screens and no occupant at Absentee Neighbor's.
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Date: 2022-07-02 07:04 pm (UTC)From: