With Toby around so much this past week, my days were really thrown off. Going back and forth to Wichita Falls added to the confusion. Nothing was normal. Toby had Monday off for MLK Day. Although I had stayed home on Sunday to get some laundry done and continue to clean up after the big water flow, Toby went to WF. On Monday we both went. The hospice nurses were saying that death was close. Monday evening, his mom was still hanging in there. Since Toby had to work on Tuesday, he said his good-byes, and we came home. His sisters decided to spend the night at the hospice place to be with his mom. His mom passed away about 5 AM Tuesday morning. It all went very peacefully. Toby drove over to help his sisters with things. They have had a plan for several years now to have her cremated and then take her to Levelland to be buried next to Toby's father. Since there is no hurry about the memorial service, it was decided to wait until April (her birthday) to go to Levelland and have a service. The weather should be better then, too.
We have good friends who live in Levelland and had planned on going to see them when we had the memorial service. Since I got in a scrap with their daughter over something I didn't say on FB, I'm not sure we are friends anymore. Their daughter attacked me on my post, was very ugly, invited her friends to attack me on FB, and then when I explained what I said and meant (obviously she has a problem with reading comprehension) rather than apologize, she threatened me "that if I ever did say something against healthcare workers, we were through." I told her I would save her the trouble and that we were through. I guess her parents were not as horrified over her behavior as I was, because we have not heard from them since. Oh well, c'est la vie.
It reminds me of being kid - getting mad and not talking to someone - high drama. In my school days, my best friend treated me this way quite a bit. She would get mad at me and not talk to me and give me the cold shoulder and sometimes have our other friends treat me badly too. When I would ask her what was wrong, she would say "nothing." If I asked her why she was mad at me, she would say that she wasn't mad at me, but continue to not talk or be friendly. I would explain that I could not do anything about it unless she talked to me - told me what was wrong - why she was mad, but she would be cold and ignore me. This would go on for days. Usually I had a good idea what I had done to make her mad, but most of the time it was over silly stuff or misunderstandings - stuff that could easily have been talked out. It was really annoying. Finally I got tired of it. She got mad at me over something that was not my doing and had all the other girls give me the cold shoulder. I packed my books and moved to another locker with another friend. I just didn't have time for a friend who would treat me like that. Our senior year, we came back together. I am still in touch with her some. I didn't hold it against her. I just would not let her run my life according to her way of thinking.
That is how I feel with my old friends from Levelland. This is actually the second time they have gotten upset with us and not talked to us for a while. Maybe they will get over it. Maybe not. Oh well.
6 comments:
So sorry about Toby's mom. It seems everyone I know is losing a loved one lately.
Sorry about your passive-aggressive friend. Social media makes people lose their minds. I try to avoid it.
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On the same day that we lost Toby's mom, my friend, Robin Egg, lost her mom. Another friend at our church lost her grandfather the same day. There is an old saying that death comes in threes.
As for social media, it does make a person crazy. I've been horrified at the censorship. I read an article this morning where many foreign governments are horrified by social media's censorship, too. Where is the outrage in America? That is what makes me crazy.
Sorry about Toby’s mom. So hard to lose a mom. We are with you in positive thoughts and prayers. You have good memories to share and remember. Many hugs from here.
Jo,
I appreciate the hugs and Gene's phone call.
Well, I appreciate your stories about the two moms, and they were both lucky to have their children grow up to be normal and useful to society.
When I look at some of my nephews and nieces, I know they don't appreciate their parents like I think they should. Different generations I guess.
I tried Facebook and Twitter for awhile, but maybe I'm anti-social or don't fully appreciate histrionics. My dad used to say "stop flapping your gums" and 99% what I saw on social media made me think of him.
Truth is though, that I think people on social media didn't understand my humor. When I told a joke, they took it as a personal insult to the Queen. I'd feel bad about my friends hating me, and then I'd think - wait, these people aren't my friends!
Now I listen to my shortwave radio and laugh when Radio Havana says Americans are more interested in changing their genders and burning down Portland than smoking good cigar tobacco and sitting on the porch making small talk with the surrounded family reunion.
Etienne,
I am weaning myself off from Facebook.
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