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Aug. 22nd, 2013 12:03 amSo, my grandmother is leaving tomorrow to Peru. She still pretty sad about her sister death. This was the earliest flight we could get. We also found out my aunt (my grandmother sister daughter) is a douchcanoe of epic proportions. Blah. Long story short, she complained to my mom about her mother, my aunt Graciela calls her Paulina not mom, funeral cost etc. My mom was like, 'I'm sorry. But if you had waited like I tried to tell you. We could've figured out a way to make sure it didn't cost much. As bad as my Aunt Paulina was she was a business woman that did a fair bit for Lima's district . Due to her, we have a huge bazaar marketplace. She help get the building that are still being used to this days. There are a lot of merchants there that would have happily donated to celebrate her achievements and cost of the funeral.
My aunt even had the gall to tell my mom. 'If you had told me that your mother was coming Friday. I wouldn't have cremated her. That way Catalina could deal with Paulina.' My mom was trying to tell her that in the first place. Hell, my aunt didn't even contact any other family members when she complained that no one else had helped. GRRRR! B| Sheesh. If my mom hadn't been calling around to other people, no one else would've now she had died. (My mother knows way to many people in Peru. Including that Gallery owner where my aunt Paulina used to work. She was outraged to find out they didn't get a chance to say good by to my aunt. )
Anyways, I had to finish speaking to my aunt Graciela becuase she giving my mom a headache. She is in enough pain as it is. MY poor mom doesn't need someone to tell her she doesn't understand what it feels to be sick. (FYI My aunt knows my mom has been sickly for YEARS. Yet, my mom doesn't complain until the pain is terrible. Hence why I have to be one my toes to makes sure she isn't hiding it from me.) Also, my aunt is a bit of lesson to her. SInce we found out it wasn't her heart but the bedsores she had developed that became too infected, They kept her in constant pain and had become overly infect.
Bah! My aunt is an idiot. (Yeah, I'm being mean to her. But she hated my aunt Paulina. Not that my aunt was a saint but she did raise my aunt Graciela. (Who found out she was adopted, but my aunt always said Graciela was her daughter adopted or not) Yeah, so it was bad blood all around. Honestly, I'm trying to get my mom to stop thinking about what she could've done. It's drive her mad. When she get something stuck in her head she keep thinking about it til she loses sleep. She already gets too little sleep!
*Sigh* Whatever, I need to do a few things tomorrow before I head to my Simon Pegg marathon and see The World's End. Happy early birthday present to myself! Hopefully, by next year, we'll be in a better place. Hopefully,y mom will be well enough so I can get a job. (Getting a job now would be a bit of a nightmare. X.X Investigations and doctor visits. Yay for all the saving I did while waitressing. NYCC should give me some extra cash)
My aunt even had the gall to tell my mom. 'If you had told me that your mother was coming Friday. I wouldn't have cremated her. That way Catalina could deal with Paulina.' My mom was trying to tell her that in the first place. Hell, my aunt didn't even contact any other family members when she complained that no one else had helped. GRRRR! B| Sheesh. If my mom hadn't been calling around to other people, no one else would've now she had died. (My mother knows way to many people in Peru. Including that Gallery owner where my aunt Paulina used to work. She was outraged to find out they didn't get a chance to say good by to my aunt. )
Anyways, I had to finish speaking to my aunt Graciela becuase she giving my mom a headache. She is in enough pain as it is. MY poor mom doesn't need someone to tell her she doesn't understand what it feels to be sick. (FYI My aunt knows my mom has been sickly for YEARS. Yet, my mom doesn't complain until the pain is terrible. Hence why I have to be one my toes to makes sure she isn't hiding it from me.) Also, my aunt is a bit of lesson to her. SInce we found out it wasn't her heart but the bedsores she had developed that became too infected, They kept her in constant pain and had become overly infect.
Bah! My aunt is an idiot. (Yeah, I'm being mean to her. But she hated my aunt Paulina. Not that my aunt was a saint but she did raise my aunt Graciela. (Who found out she was adopted, but my aunt always said Graciela was her daughter adopted or not) Yeah, so it was bad blood all around. Honestly, I'm trying to get my mom to stop thinking about what she could've done. It's drive her mad. When she get something stuck in her head she keep thinking about it til she loses sleep. She already gets too little sleep!
*Sigh* Whatever, I need to do a few things tomorrow before I head to my Simon Pegg marathon and see The World's End. Happy early birthday present to myself! Hopefully, by next year, we'll be in a better place. Hopefully,y mom will be well enough so I can get a job. (Getting a job now would be a bit of a nightmare. X.X Investigations and doctor visits. Yay for all the saving I did while waitressing. NYCC should give me some extra cash)
