Well, she died two nights ago. My mom came downstairs crying while we were watching a movie, and said that she had died. It was a little weird after that, because I have no idea what to do with crying people, but it turned out I didn’t have to do anything. She called her sister and a couple other people, and I just let her be. Maybe you think I’m insensitive. Maybe I am. But I cannot handle crying family members. I don’t like it when friends cry either, but I know what to do at least. And I never know what to do when people die.
I’m probably going to the memorial service with my aunt. My mom doesn’t want to go. Frankly, I don’t either. I don’t like funerals or memorials, and like I said before, I feel uncomfortable around crying people. And I wouldn’t be crying and my aunt is sure to say something regarding that. I feel like I should go though. I’m going to feel pretty awkward.
My grandparents are coming here tonight. They’re visiting their daughter for thanksgiving, and they’re stopping here on the way, so what with my mom obsessing over the house and crying over her old schoolmate, this house has been a little nuts. I’m glad the day is almost over. They should be here any minute.