Dead Grammaws and New Niece or Neph

So I just found out that my last grammaw died about a week ago and nobody from home called to tell me. I’d like to say it’s sad because that’s what you’re supposed to say, but in reality I don’t really care. She was suffering for a long time and the last time I saw her she had the Alzheimer’s and didn’t remember me. I have only met her a handful of times in my life and I never got a birthday card from her once that I can remember. Not even my pops is going to the funeral because of jacked up dysfunctional shit within that side of the family. I can’t say I blame him. He moved us out of Michigan back in ‘84 so that we can have a better life in California and he never looked back. Sometimes you have to cut people from your life, the ones who drag you downwards, even if they happen to share your genes. Maybe someday I’ll visit the grave, maybe not. Is it ok that I don’t really care either way????

On the same day I learned that I am about to become an uncle. My step bro Jeff is having a baby today. My moms and step dad Roger are so excited; and seeing them excited makes me excited too. They’ve been dropping hints about wanting the grandkids for some time now and I’m glad Jeff stepped up to the plate so I don’t have to. My mom will be the kind of grammaw that sends birthday cards for sure.

So I guess it’s kind of a coincidence that I found all this out on one day. Death is always a reminder that life is short, and for me, that means living it to the fullest, which I try and do everyday. And new kids and new family members remind me that no matter what, things always move forward and that life can, and does, get better as we get older. And that makes me eternally optimistic about the world, my future, and what it may hold for me.