My parents are very private people, but I really, really thought the circumstances around this death would prompt them to behave differently this one time. They knew her. They live close by. The service was two minutes away by car. (I walked there; if it weren't cold, snowy and windy as it was that afternoon, they could've made it in five minute on foot, and even if they didn't want to go, I could fucking drive them.) And they fucking had nothing else to do. And yet, they refused. Maybe you could blame the weather, maybe you could blame them being so old and not wanting to risk, for example, falling on the icy sidewalk. But those are just excuses. Fact is, they just don't fucking care. And they showed their whole ass for my neighbor's children to see when I showed up but they didn't, even though it would have been so goddamn easy for them to put something clean on and stand for two hours.
Also, like I said in my previous blog post about this, they originally planned to leave for Las Vegas the morning of the ceremony. They said they thought the flight they wanted to take would prevent me from going. I told them when I first told them about the date of the funeral service that I could take them to the airport, come back, shower, dress and get to the ceremony, no problem -- and it wouldn't have been a problem. I thought they stayed because at least one of them would pay their respects. So, if they wouldn't, then why the hell are they fucking here for another three goddamn weeks? If they're not going to be nice, respectful people in saying goodbye to a neighbor and trying to comfort her loved ones, why don't you just get the hell on out of here?
I'm not mad at them, I'm just disappointed. No, I lie. I'm disappointed in them, too. I didn't learn to be a grown-up from them, that's for goddamn sure. ...
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