msde302
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- Joined
- Jan 5, 2008
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- 88
- Reason
- CALS
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- US
- State
- MN
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- St. Paul
I just need to put this out there into the world. I'm not venting, I don't think. I'm not quite sure how I feel exactly.
BUT, my mom passed away just about 6 months ago from ALS. Christmas was her thing. She decorated perfectly, she gave the best gifts, made the best food, and everyone in our large family loved to gather and celebrate.
On Saturday, we had a family Christmas party. The first without my mom. The entire evening, not a single person said a word about my mom. Not my cousins, but more importantly, not one of her four siblings even mentioned her name. A couple of them asked how my dad was doing (my parents were divorced and it's been nearly 7 years since any of those relatives have seen him, as he and my step mom live in Arizona). Just odd, "How's your dad doing?" "Oh, my dad's great! My mom's dead, of course. But let's ignore that, shall we?"
I ended up leaving the party early, friends came over, we drank champagne, ate pie and watched one of the movies my mom and I always enjoyed at Christmas.
I wonder if I should chalk this up to good old fashioned Scandinavian midwestern stoicism? Or that everyone's forgotten but me?
BUT, my mom passed away just about 6 months ago from ALS. Christmas was her thing. She decorated perfectly, she gave the best gifts, made the best food, and everyone in our large family loved to gather and celebrate.
On Saturday, we had a family Christmas party. The first without my mom. The entire evening, not a single person said a word about my mom. Not my cousins, but more importantly, not one of her four siblings even mentioned her name. A couple of them asked how my dad was doing (my parents were divorced and it's been nearly 7 years since any of those relatives have seen him, as he and my step mom live in Arizona). Just odd, "How's your dad doing?" "Oh, my dad's great! My mom's dead, of course. But let's ignore that, shall we?"
I ended up leaving the party early, friends came over, we drank champagne, ate pie and watched one of the movies my mom and I always enjoyed at Christmas.
I wonder if I should chalk this up to good old fashioned Scandinavian midwestern stoicism? Or that everyone's forgotten but me?