Thank You For Ruining My Mother’s Funeral
On being ostracized by my family
On February 5th my mom passed away, somewhat peacefully, after suffering for longer than any human should with Alzheimers. It’s been a long 15 years of watching her go from an amazing woman to a vegetable. We have been waiting for this day for ages.
I struggled with the decision on whether or not I should return to Canada for her funeral. A big part of me said ‘No iva, you said goodbye a long time ago and besides, it’s winter there right now’ and another part of me said ‘Oh just go. If you don’t you may regret it”.
The latter won and I ended up regretting it anyway.
I arrived Friday, a day late. Freezing rain in Northern Ontario grounded me in Toronto. We flew out the next day. I was soon to discover that I had to take a taxi from the airport to my sister’s house, about 30 minutes away. The weather was just shit.
Though I can’t blame anyone for not wanting to drive in this weather I can’t deny that I was a little hurt by this.
I didn’t see any family really until the day of the funeral which was Wednesday of the following week. I was looking forward to seeing them.
Little did I know, the feeling wasn’t mutual.
