Prelude to a Wedding
I didn't expect to spend the day before I got married burying my grandmother. Fact is I was petrified that I'd see anyone from my family for about a year surrounding my wedding date. You see only one of my sisters, Christina, was the only person invited to my wedding. That means my mother, aunts, uncles, cousins and everyone else associated with that side of my family. Without creating a giant tangent let me sum up this way, I don't get along with my mother and this has created a giant rift between myself and my family on that side.
So here I was going to my favorite grandparent's funeral and seeing a ton of family that I was afraid would be out to kill me because if there is one thing that planning a wedding has taught me it is family politics. My father was coming with me to the funeral but Rita wasn't. I was afraid of having her exposed to any animosity that I was going to get. My dad didn't need to go and frankly I wouldn't have been surprised if he was more scared than I was. It was his ex-wife's mother after all.
So the two of us entered the funeral home prepared for the worst, but that wasn't what we got. In fact only my mother and younger sister, Marielle, didn't say anything to my father or me. Everyone else was not only nice to my father and I, but also wished me nothing but the best and offered to get together after my honeymoon. As for my dad, they were very nice to him as well. My cousin, Julie, even told my dad that, "Everyone knows the hard work and good job you did with Christina and Jeremy. I don't know why my aunt (my mother) is so messed up." My dad was blown away. I think he never expected to get a appreciation from any of my mother's family for the very hard work he has done to take me and Christina.
So I buried my grandmother, I called her Nana. I barely cried at the ceremony or burial. I was numb the entire morning. I had cried my tears the day I heard about it. I had been a complete disaster and it had carried over with me for days afterward, but when it came time, I was out of emotion. You see Nana was my favorite grandparent. I used to spend every Summer with her and Pop-Pop, my grandfather. It was time I had to still be a child and to figure out life in my way so that I would turn into the adult I am today. She spent time and energy on not just trying to help me come to terms with what happened between myself and my mother as well as my childhood.
There is more that I want to say but this is tough on me and I will broach it again later. Next time the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.
