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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Rambling thoughts of...
.... an a or a not a grand daughter?
I have a class-mate who is going to go to the San Francisco on holidays (Monday, May 26 is a holiday in the USA). Her fiancé lives in SF, and they take any opportunity to be together. I asked her why he is not moving down here to the San Diego which she replied to that she wants to move up to the SF to get away from her mom and his mom.
I thought that was so common; not liking to be around our parents or Parental figures, that is. And it is very interesting since if you ask the parents, the majority of them will tell you that they wish for and do the best for their children, and it is confusing for them that why their children do not appreciate or admire them. In my mind, that clearly explains the “Games People Play” and the “hidden” messages people exchange.
I received a phone call earlier today from my uncle, but since I was in the class-room discussing the above conversation with my class-mate, I missed his call. He left me a message telling me that his or my mom’s dad or my grandfather died today. He also indicated that he has kept the news from my mother.
Now I am in a situation not knowing what to do. I want to tell my mother, and I think I will because although she is a schizophrenic, I think she holds the right to know the news. However, on my uncle’s side, he is not telling the news to my mother because he wants to protect his sister.
Here comes the Bernian Games part. I do not inform you, or you not to be informed because that is the best for you? I? Us? Them? If you ask my uncle, he would state that his keeping the news from my mother is going to benefit every-body.
In my view, however, I think my mom holds all the rights to be informed of his father’s death. I think she holds all the rights to be at any ceremony entitled to the event, and I think if other people have problems with dealing with her, they better do something for themselves other than eliminating my mom. Not even I am as entitled as my mom is to be present is my grandfather’s memorial ceremony.
He died in Iran/Tehran. He was quite old, and my last Grand alive. Now all my grand are dead. He died because he was old. I think he lived for (90-100) years. I do not feel any special sadness for two reasons mainly.
First of all, he was old enough to die in my view. Secondly, I did not know him much. I hold a very vague memory of him and his role of being a Grand-father.
I think it is amazing that unlike many people might believe, the blood says little to none in attatchments.
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