Nothing's gonna change my world

My great-grandma died yesterday, but she was the one to which we were never very close. She had been near to death for a long time, enough time for all of her things to be passed on and stored in my grandparents' living room, and believe me, they've been trying to get rid of it all since they got it. I didn't want the bad karma of taking anything. LIke, seriously, how weird would it be to have the belongings of someone who is still alive and hooked up to an oxygen machine? But I came home today from dinner with my grandparents and some extended family with some new necklaces and two pairs of gloves. And I'm going to be taking home one of my great grandma's quilts for the winter.

I still do feel kind of weird about it. I don't want to be that person, who claims possessions of other people once they've passed on, especially when they're not really things that are fantastic and need to be claimed.

For instance, there's this one recliner in my other great-grandma's house, and we are close to her, and when she passes on, I'm going to get that recliner. It's a fabulous recliner. But she's an insanely healthy woman, her only problem is memory loss, and there's no way she's going to be dying any time soon. It's a great recliner that I want to remember her by. As for the great-grandma who just died, I kind of just liked the kitsch of these necklaces and gloves. One pair is a pair of knit children's gloves that, get this, mustard yellow. Another pair are white kid gloves, like the actual kind one would wear in a marching band.

I kind of wish I could just get away from all this. I don't want to be a part of my great grandma's estate battle. Unfortunately, each member of my family is jet-setting off next week for a different location. My mother decided to run away to the mountains for a full week, to write and to be alone, and because of that my father is going home to Omaha while I stay at my grandparents' house. Our house will be empty but none of us will be together. And there's probably a chance that my mom won't come back.

Well, she says there isn't any sort of chance. But I worry, I worry hard. What if she does abandon me? That'll kind of totally suck. To be honest, I elected to go stay at my grandma's because I didn't want to spend a week alone with my dad. So if I don't want to stay a week alone with the man, then how could I live another three years with him? Exactly. My mom had better come back, or else I'm going to go fucking find her.