Her little boy has decided that they now need to move house. He's decided that now Mom's dead, the house will be haunted forever. There's no telling him otherwise.
I'm sad that I won't be able to get over there for the funeral, but I guess that goes with living overseas, right? Needless to say, my heart and thoughts will be with them all on that day.
The songs they've chosen for the funeral are some of the songs that my Mom used to listen to a lot around the time of my Dad's death, so I can only imagine how it's going to be for her. My brother will be there to hold her hand, but I personally feel pretty helpless, pretty useless.
Anyway, I'm sad but not depressed. Angry but not ranting.
I'm questioning how my Aunt keeps her faith. She's a devout Christian. I asked her whether her faith was a comfort, whether she found the answers when she prayed. She told me that she's certain that there's a reason for my Cousin being taken so young, but that God has yet to tell her what the reason is.
She countered this by saying "and he'd better bloody well hurry up and tell me the reason or I'm going over to the Muslims".
Laughter kind of seems inappropriate, but as she laughed at her own joke, she seemed to ease up.
She smiled, sighed, and said "she was a lovely girl you know. To see her suffer like that isn't right. Suffering like that for so long. She'd have been better off dropping down dead in the supermarket."
"Just like my Dad did," I reminded her.
"Oh yes," she said. "Now that was a ridiculous way to go, wasn't it?"
I had to agree. Attention seeking to the very end.
It must run in the family.