tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post115456085485274657..comments2009-01-06T22:28:24.657-05:00Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1155156202088020182006-08-09T16:43:00.000-04:002006-08-09T16:43:00.000-04:00Thanks to everyone who had some spare smiles and sunshine. You don't really want too much of that stuff anyway, it's sort of off-putting when you're overstocked with it, like people that all bubbly and cheery all the time. They sort of creep me out.<BR/><BR/>I don't know where this "hating" stuff came from, but for the record I never said anyone hated anybody. (Not counting Joe. And even then, I don't really wish him any harm, maybe just an embarassing rash or something.)<BR/><BR/>And Mike, what do you mean "if" you ever die? I believe Sir William Sadler said it best in the Academy Award-winning classic <I>Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey</I>, "You might be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you'll dance with the reaper."Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154728279353561132006-08-04T17:51:00.000-04:002006-08-04T17:51:00.000-04:00Wow. You know, the best way to deal with a funeral is to throw a "Fiesta" themed party fit with Margaritas, Maraca Shakers, Sombreros, and loud blasting "Mexican Polka" music (the kind with the repetitive bass in the background) I went to my great aunt's funeral when I was younger and this is how she planned it out. She left instructions to have streamers and a full on Mexican feast with Tamales, Tortillas, Beans, Rice, Guacamole, etc. MMMM.... That was the best funeral I have ever been to. If I ever die, thats what kind of funeral I want to have.mike psgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154639626092197702006-08-03T17:13:00.000-04:002006-08-03T17:13:00.000-04:00Boys, you really need to chill! <BR/>Everything will be taken care of in time, not to worry. Actually, Uncle Dan lived closer to the attractions than Tricia but it was a long drive between Boca & Port St. Lucie. What was said that day <BR/>was never meant to be repeated as I knew she had no idea how hurtful she was being. I have put it behind me and so should Michele. Hanging on to anger doesn't help anyone. Enjoy the life you have and try to be kind to others especially when it would be easier to just ignore them. I doesn't look like your grandmother will ever go back to her house and that is a sad thing for all of us.Mommy Dearestnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154630602014794882006-08-03T14:43:00.000-04:002006-08-03T14:43:00.000-04:00I don't hate people after they're dead, but is it wrong to think, "Now who has the last laugh?"trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154622146641337612006-08-03T12:22:00.000-04:002006-08-03T12:22:00.000-04:00I find largely that hating people is a waste of energy - unless you can get a laugh out of it! I've been down just like you; but because of world events, not family issues. I love my grandmother and I loved my grandfather and Uncle Dan when they were alive; and I love them still. The fact that they're dead dosen't mean I can't love them anymore.<BR/><BR/>But hating someone even long after they're dead - that's just pointless. Nobody should let themselves be consumed by something like that. For the dying, death plays tricks on the mind as well. I believe death frees them from this, and not just physically.Shatterfisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07969519508965365536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154616396195539142006-08-03T10:46:00.000-04:002006-08-03T10:46:00.000-04:00Well, that sucks. I hate it when I don't go to funerals for family. Granted, I hate funerals, but then there never seems to be closure. I keep forgetting the person is dead.<BR/><BR/>As for your grandma, I understand how some rifts can't always be fixed. But when you know someone is going cookoo for Cocoa Puffs, that has to be taken into consideration. An old guy I know was always really mannerly and nice. But when he started getting Alzheimer's, he started being really mean to women, saying all Mexicans were stickyfingered, and just being an all-around jerk. But that wasn't his real personality. That was his brain dying. Even though it still made me mad, you just can't hold it against them. If I did, I've have butchered my grandfather years ago for the way he treats my mom. I just thank God every day I'm not old. Or a midget, but mainly old.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154612256820568012006-08-03T09:37:00.000-04:002006-08-03T09:37:00.000-04:00Rot ro raggy...<BR/><BR/>erm... I mean... times like that are hard to take, but I'm afraid you don't have any choice in the matter. If it were up to me, none of us would have to, but alas...LLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15855379467269109210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154575918949714072006-08-02T23:31:00.000-04:002006-08-02T23:31:00.000-04:00Very sorry to hear about your Uncle Dan and the situation with your grandmother. I think I understand some of your regret about Michele not knowing her like you do. My husband never got to meet my Dad, and I never got to meet his Mom. Hearing the stories (or telling them) just isn't the same.fermicathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06912496005011895707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1154568363069211332006-08-02T21:26:00.000-04:002006-08-02T21:26:00.000-04:00Wow. I'm sorry about your Uncle Dan. And it sucks what is happening with your Grandmother. Congrats on the new place though.NYPinTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098252725082332177noreply@blogger.com