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We picked up the rental car today and met up with my Uncle Joe, Aunt Liz, cousin John, and my Nouna. We went to the funeral home and discussed things for calling hours tomorrow and the funeral on Friday. Since my Uncle Nick died a few days ago, we're having a double showing and a double funeral for him and my Papou. So yeah, calling hours are from 4:00 to 7:00 PM. Then the funeral is at 11:00 AM on Friday. We're all meeting at the youth center in Warren, my hometown, and riding in the limo to the funeral home, then to the cemetiere. While we were there, Pete Rossi, the owner of the funeral home and a guy that my mom and Uncle Joe have known for a kajillion years, showed us the obituaries in the newspaper. My Uncle Nick was right above my Papou.
Today after going to the funeral home, we all visited my Aunt Penny, who was married to my Uncle Nick. She was a complete mess. I hadn't seen her since my Yia Yia died over two years ago, so I don't know her too well. She was just sobbing, and I just kind of stood there and gave her a hug, unsure of what the hell to do. My God, what a day this was.
I saw my mom's cousin Tina, who I love a lot. She's kooky and weird and fun. I also saw a lot of people I didn't even know. I don't remember anyone, except for Thea Kalopi, my Aunt Penny's sister. So many Greek words were used by everyone today that I haven't heard in forever, Aunt Penny and Thea Kalopi still had their crazy thick Greek accents, and I ate pazimatha, which is like the Greek version of a biscotti. My Uncle Nick's son, Nick (gah, so many Nicks in my family...and a lot of Johns as well...) had his dog there, too. She was really soft and I was around her a lot. Funny thing? Her name was Jasmine, nicknamed Jazie. That kind of hit me home...just because I just lost Jasmine, and calling another pet, especially one of a different species, by her name was really awkward.
The entire time we were at my Aunt Penny's house, I felt so uncomfortable. Just being around a bunch of family members I had never met before was very trying. I just want to get all of this over with and go back home. I'm tired of being here. And there are a lot of people I want to see, but I can't because we're so pressed for time. I was actually hoping to see some old friends of mine from years and years ago. But I'm not sure of the chances of that happening.
That was my day. The hardest two days are yet to come. Then I can go home and relax.
Papou's Obituary
Uncle Nick's Obituary
 Chibi Pierceye · Wed Jan 02, 2008 @ 11:42pm · 0 Comments |
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