Well, tomorrow we’re going to the viewing around 1500 and for about one hour or so. Early this morning after breakfast, we tried one florist but the old Asian guy said that 35 minutes of travel time up to Hayward, CA was too much for him.
So Dad and I mailed his claims at the local USPS. He recognized one co-worker who said that Dante (the dark-skinned Filipino who screamed at me long ago when I dropped a tightly wedged envelop displayed at the lobby) had retired and another co-worker is working nearby.
I then called Auntie Edith to greet her a belated Mother’s Day. She answered and asked how I’m doing. I replied impatiently the generic I’m good or I’m fine. She said later that she was going to wear a mask so that her sick husband won’t catch her cooties. Mom thinks she’s paranoid because normally the sick person wears mask.
So I pushed my inquiry if she had any reference to a florist near that cementary. She said she doesn’t usual do funeral wreaths and would hand her niece money instead. I hung up and then went online and found a florist one block from the place. The Kmart was behind it.
‘Fred’ helped process our request and Mom wanted a bunch of ribbons for me to do! But Dad insisted that only one ribbon with four words was enough: Love, [first last] and Family. The computer can only handle four words. He talked about conures, cockatoos, how the female variety speaks, how he lets the bird fly about in the back, and how he has taught it once when it was young to go inside its cage upon placing its food, pellets inside the cage.
I noticed a shiny beige boat car was parked in front of the old wooden buildings after we exited the ally way.
We did a dry run to the place. Dad and I went indoors and found that the chapel for this viewing is called St. Michael. I didn’t understand Dad’s mumbling and found out that he wanted to know the newest place of burial when we visit the other relatives. I fumed again and told him to let us know if, when, and after he drives himself to the burial this Thursday at 0900.
The point is that the mother and the daughter don’t care much for relatives who don’t go along with their agenda. And so after the divorce, only a the younger cousins seem to hang-out with them. My brother and I do our own things; since we live almost one hour away. The youngest set of brother and sister are messed up. The other cousins have their own families.
And so we will see Auntie Norma and Auntie Edith and leave together at the same time; so we won’t overstay our welcome, considering a bunch of strangers will be coming and going. We were not properly informed of this wake, viewing, and burial via a phone call at least. Das Squirrel mentioned that she didn’t reply to two of his text messages. She didn’t reply to one of my text message. Her Facebook posting is only for the public. But when it comes to family matters, the daughter totally shut-out the ones that tell the truth. Huh.
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