Changes
It has been a shitty week.
My boss has decided to leave The Store. It's good for her to go, she's got some serious personal issues that need to be sorted out and I want her to have the best possible life. She's going to a lower volume store as a co-manager so it's not like she's leaving the company or going away forever. However, this has been much harder on me than I had anticipated. I spent almost all of Monday and Tuesday ninety percent hysterical. Monday night, I cried and cried all the way through the night and Tuesday I had some struggles too. Today was supposed to be her last day at The Store, but she's decided to wait to go until the new store manager comes in so she can talk to her about all of us and let her know things.
She and I have been together a long time now and we're more friends than anything else. So this has been very hard for me. It's like losing a mentor. Omar understands and he's been very, very good about this.
Omar's grandmother died today.
Jesus Fucking Hell, can't we ever get a break??
Omar's paternal grandmother died over the winter and that was hard for him. His dad really struggled with it and he didn't like to see that. He wasn't as close to her as he was to his mom's mom. His maternal grandmother was 95 and she was a wonderful lady, very on the ball, very sweet, kind of had a sassiness to her. I liked her a lot. She didn't judge us for living together; she just wanted Omar to be happy. And now she's gone and I'm worried about Omar.
I didn't have a good relationship with my suriviving grandparent. My paternal grandmother died when I was still very little - three or four. My maternal grandmother died before my parents were married and my maternal grandfather died when I was in second grade. My mom never really got to make peace with her father about a lot of things. She had the step-mother from hell in the form his second wife (married very shortly after Grandma had died) and she and Grandpa Joe did not have the easiest relationship even before Ruby came on board. But I had my mother's aunt and uncle for substitute grandparents and they were wonderful people.
My dad's dad was another story. He died two years ago in May. He'd always been in ill-health, having his first stroke while my dad was still in high school. Both his parents were invalids - my grandmother Lou had MS and my grandfather Red had his strokes and his in general bad health. He had more strokes over the years, but he always got better.
The Monday before my grandfather died, someone - probably one of Daddy-O's brothers - called Daddy and told him that my grandfather was sick and he wasn't doing well. My dad is a generous good man and anyone who says differently can go to hell. That Monday, he was behind on school work, house work and cranky about it. Grandpa Red had been sick like that before and gotten over it without any fuss. Daddy decided not to go north to see him and my grandfather died the next day.
I can't imagine what that was like for my father.
The last time I had seen my grandfather was eighth grade. I was fourteen. I hadn't seen him in eleven years. I had no relationship with him. My father never seemed to mind that. He went to see his father when he had to and he doesn't keep in close touch with his brothers. His family wasn't tight like we are. I call my parents like every other day. I don't know that he called his father more than once a year.
Omar's parents are more like me with my parents. My mother-in-law-to-be visited her mother every day at the nursing home and my father-in-law-to-be visited his mother every weekend. They all talk to their siblings, etc. Omar's mother goes to the casino with her brother all the time. This must be so hard for her, especially since she just had major surgery and couldn't get to the nursing home to see her mother before she died.
Omar sounded okay on the phone when he told me about his grandmother. But there will be little blowups over the next couple days, just like last time. Stupid crap about how I don't put the mail in the right place and how I leave too many lights on. I let him pick the fights with me because that makes him feel better.
Change sucks.
My boss has decided to leave The Store. It's good for her to go, she's got some serious personal issues that need to be sorted out and I want her to have the best possible life. She's going to a lower volume store as a co-manager so it's not like she's leaving the company or going away forever. However, this has been much harder on me than I had anticipated. I spent almost all of Monday and Tuesday ninety percent hysterical. Monday night, I cried and cried all the way through the night and Tuesday I had some struggles too. Today was supposed to be her last day at The Store, but she's decided to wait to go until the new store manager comes in so she can talk to her about all of us and let her know things.
She and I have been together a long time now and we're more friends than anything else. So this has been very hard for me. It's like losing a mentor. Omar understands and he's been very, very good about this.
Omar's grandmother died today.
Jesus Fucking Hell, can't we ever get a break??
Omar's paternal grandmother died over the winter and that was hard for him. His dad really struggled with it and he didn't like to see that. He wasn't as close to her as he was to his mom's mom. His maternal grandmother was 95 and she was a wonderful lady, very on the ball, very sweet, kind of had a sassiness to her. I liked her a lot. She didn't judge us for living together; she just wanted Omar to be happy. And now she's gone and I'm worried about Omar.
I didn't have a good relationship with my suriviving grandparent. My paternal grandmother died when I was still very little - three or four. My maternal grandmother died before my parents were married and my maternal grandfather died when I was in second grade. My mom never really got to make peace with her father about a lot of things. She had the step-mother from hell in the form his second wife (married very shortly after Grandma had died) and she and Grandpa Joe did not have the easiest relationship even before Ruby came on board. But I had my mother's aunt and uncle for substitute grandparents and they were wonderful people.
My dad's dad was another story. He died two years ago in May. He'd always been in ill-health, having his first stroke while my dad was still in high school. Both his parents were invalids - my grandmother Lou had MS and my grandfather Red had his strokes and his in general bad health. He had more strokes over the years, but he always got better.
The Monday before my grandfather died, someone - probably one of Daddy-O's brothers - called Daddy and told him that my grandfather was sick and he wasn't doing well. My dad is a generous good man and anyone who says differently can go to hell. That Monday, he was behind on school work, house work and cranky about it. Grandpa Red had been sick like that before and gotten over it without any fuss. Daddy decided not to go north to see him and my grandfather died the next day.
I can't imagine what that was like for my father.
The last time I had seen my grandfather was eighth grade. I was fourteen. I hadn't seen him in eleven years. I had no relationship with him. My father never seemed to mind that. He went to see his father when he had to and he doesn't keep in close touch with his brothers. His family wasn't tight like we are. I call my parents like every other day. I don't know that he called his father more than once a year.
Omar's parents are more like me with my parents. My mother-in-law-to-be visited her mother every day at the nursing home and my father-in-law-to-be visited his mother every weekend. They all talk to their siblings, etc. Omar's mother goes to the casino with her brother all the time. This must be so hard for her, especially since she just had major surgery and couldn't get to the nursing home to see her mother before she died.
Omar sounded okay on the phone when he told me about his grandmother. But there will be little blowups over the next couple days, just like last time. Stupid crap about how I don't put the mail in the right place and how I leave too many lights on. I let him pick the fights with me because that makes him feel better.
Change sucks.
posted by Lucy Starr @ 3:08 PM
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