Well, finally broke down and "emailed" an Aunt and a Cousin about Dad's passing. Word spread quickly.
Guess who calls me? Yep, my Uncle. Man-o-man, did I hear a load of excuses. It's okay, no sweat off of my back.
I told him I was mad, asked him why he NEVER called to find out anything......wanted to know why I didn't call him. Gimme a fuckin' break.
NOW he wants to attend the memorial service. Sorry, no fuckin' way. My hubby and I are trying to get special privilages to attend ourselves, I am NOT going to argue the fact to get him in. No way in hell. It's just too damn late to be involved now.
Now that that is off of my chest.......I feel better.