I have a tiny family, pretty much consisting of one cousin and her family; my half sister and her family; and my mother and sister. My cousin's husband died yesterday, and I'm not going to his funeral. I see that cousin maybe twice a year, and we have nothing in common except genes.
Let your mother and sisters represent you.
I am really loving the fucking tourist series.
I've gone to my aunt's and uncles' funerals. Only one out of of my 20+ cousins returned the favor when either of my parents died. I'm still a bit bummed about that, especially since one family basically drove past Mom's evening viewing on their way to the beach. Way to share "Christ's comfort in our time of sorrow" cousin. But it sounds like representatives from your branch of the family is showing up, so I wouldn't worry about it.
ItS called: apparently somehow the operating system on my laptop was completely corrupted so they're going to have to start from scratch or something. .. he says that they can save what's on it.
So, at least it's salvageable.
But how the heck did I do that?
Part of me really does want to go, to hang out with my family and see relatives. It's this stupid anxiety--lately I've had to pay really close attention to what gives me anxiety so I can try to mitigate it or avoid those things entirely.
Do other folks try to go to every aunt and uncle funerals?
Not aware of any aunts or uncles that have died. However, my grandparents came from large families, and I went to several visitations of great-aunts and great-uncles as a kid, as long as they were local. Got a surprise at Uncle Don's visitation when I ran into my English teacher. (She knew him from church.)
Not many male n's in my family. The only one I can think of is my grandfather, Merlin.
For me the question would be -- would my parental unit feel better if I was there? (And how much better, for an emotional ROI.) That's a lot of time to take off, and a long journey, too.
Don't assume I use the same bloody calendaring system you do
Even when everyone uses the same calendar system, I am STILL double-booked all of the time. You can see my calendar, people. You
literally can see it.
The only male N name in my family is my grandfather's - Edwin. He has gone by Sam since 1942.
Oh, my half- brother's son is named Landon. Huh, somehow in my brain that was not part of my family. They are fine people, but Not Like Us.
My grandfather was Clayton.