homeness and Lloyd
Nov. 12th, 2002 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jinianI'm happy to have spent a lazy day at home, but all fretful because I dont know what's going on with anyone aaaaagggghhhhh. Grr! *sigh* I would like to know what is going on in all situations so I can be supportive and nice, but I have to wait. Hate waiting. Hmph.
Anyway. I am all caught up on alt.poly, which I hadn't read in a week, and almost all caught up on LJ. (I've basically been doing laundry and sitting at the keyboard all day, can you tell?) Wim had to get to a meeting this morning or there's no telling how late I'd've slept; there's never any trouble getting my sleep schedule to adjust three zones westward.
My mother's uncle, who came to visit yearly and to whom no one was all that attached, died last week while I was away. It was very disconcerting to hear that from my mom's boss as I called from the Boston airport. I feel bad for not feeling bad -- he was thoughtless and annoying, but my family was big on responsibility when I was little. We'd always have him to stay even if he made us crazy with the bad jokes and repetitive stories. In the last few years he'd become unwelcome at seveal people's houses, though, and I think that should have been reversed if anything. It makes me sad to think that he was essentially unloved when he died.
I don't think I'm in danger of that, but I do begin to wonder if my mom doesn't have a point about making an effort to be close to your family because you can count on them when you can't count on others. The thing is, though, Uncle Lloyd couldn't. I don't think there's a solution.
Anyway. I am all caught up on alt.poly, which I hadn't read in a week, and almost all caught up on LJ. (I've basically been doing laundry and sitting at the keyboard all day, can you tell?) Wim had to get to a meeting this morning or there's no telling how late I'd've slept; there's never any trouble getting my sleep schedule to adjust three zones westward.
My mother's uncle, who came to visit yearly and to whom no one was all that attached, died last week while I was away. It was very disconcerting to hear that from my mom's boss as I called from the Boston airport. I feel bad for not feeling bad -- he was thoughtless and annoying, but my family was big on responsibility when I was little. We'd always have him to stay even if he made us crazy with the bad jokes and repetitive stories. In the last few years he'd become unwelcome at seveal people's houses, though, and I think that should have been reversed if anything. It makes me sad to think that he was essentially unloved when he died.
I don't think I'm in danger of that, but I do begin to wonder if my mom doesn't have a point about making an effort to be close to your family because you can count on them when you can't count on others. The thing is, though, Uncle Lloyd couldn't. I don't think there's a solution.
