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[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

I’m reading stories on a site about poor funeral etiquette and I have to share my story. Some of you have heard this but many have not.

This isn’t a ‘funeral’ story but it still has to deal with the death of a loved one. My father, who is estranged from me, was at the time, the only connection I had to my family on his side. Well, I called him one day and after discussing pleasantries he shocked the hell out of me by suddenly saying in an oh so casual voice, “Did I tell you your grandmother (his mother) passed away?” When I told him no, he said, “Oh yeah, happened about a month ago”.

And as shocking as that is considering how close I was to my grandmother in my youth, it turns out he didn’t even have the time to call me to tell me later on that my grandfather (his father) passed away or that my favorite uncle (his brother) had committed suicide not long after. It took Diana, a cousin I don’t even know calling me and informing me of this to get the story. Needless to say I’ve renewed my relationship with my aunt on his side to get all the family information.

AND if that wasn’t bad enough, according to my aunt, when she last spoke with my father, his words upon hearing of Darrell (my uncle) and Raymond (my grandfather)’s funeral, he had the nerve to ask “So there’s no money left is there?”.

Prick.