Obits, WTF

I should be writing an obit but.. here I am instead to write alot about nothing.

We (neice and I) are so far behind on the funeral stuff that there may never be one. I swore the last furneral I had to be in charge of was my last and that the next one just goes but here I am again and it’s a sorta inbetween … maybe a small service then a party. Me and Neice.. we say just get to the party, she is gone anyway so what is the rest for?

Plus it’s really just her and I. Sister had a ton of friends but they were for the living and we are going so slow we are not even sure the word is out. I am not sure where anyone else is.. as I sit in my sisters house alone, I am left wondering where are the people. Some family came last month to see here so I knew they would not be back even tho they thought about making the trip but really… what is the point, she is gone.

I know that bitch is laughing her ass off cuz she was devious that way, she loved a good laugh. I have lost one of my one line partners, her and I could go none stop back and forth. Sometimes clean and nice but mostly dirty. She had the bible in her while telling a dirty joke, that was her.

In my family there is never a funeral without drama but with only 2 of us it is drama free….sure seems strange but it’s not over yet.

She may sure she spent all here money so I get the pleasure of picking up the tab.. bleh, it’s what I do.

The obit and any services should have been in the paper by yesterday but it seems like we are moving thur sludge and if I didn’t keep by nieces side we would not be this far. We have laughed about it.. she said.. Aunt J…., if not for you, I would be sitting here for weeks with the hospital calling about what to do with her and I would still be saying I dont knowwww. LOL it is true so its really funny to us.

It’s a good thing my sister moved alot or I am sure she would have ended up on a Hoarders show! I cleaned at her house yesterday knowing she was laughing at the mess she left as I was feeling a bit guilty because in life she didn’t want anything touched.

The most important thing to my niece was to be able to tell her brother. He is in the big house and blah blah one of many girlfriends that goes to see him claimed they would be the one to tell him. Why do people want to be the one to tell bad news… shrug, I have always wondered.

Anyway, with my voice of an angel I called the prison and within 15 mins we had him on the phone and sister DID get to be the one to tell him. They bent the rules for us…thats that angel voice in me that even surprises me at times but what the hell do you have to lose to try…anything.

Why is my family so crazy, half with PHD’s, a few in prison and the rest is just nuts. Mostly we are all nuts in some form or another. Sigh….

I guess we might have some services in a month or 2 at this rate….. or not.