Tuesday, December 22, 2009

TBWCYL Day 356 - The Write Off

My cousin Brian is the biggest Dick-head I know, and I know a lot of dick heads. Wait, that came out wrong. Anyway, for today's task I was to disinherit a relative and since my Granny died a few years ago, I think now it is safe to just pull up the tax return of life and write that bastard off completely.

You see, Brian was born as a giant douche. He got it from his father from what I can tell and as long as I have known him, he has never been pleasant, cordial or nice. He dips tobacco and leaves his spit cups around, he uses his family to get what he wants.

My main reason for disliking him so much is because of my Granny. When I was young, say 3 or 4, he was around quite a bit. She loved him so much and he ate it up and probably loved her back. However, as he got older, he let his relationship slide with her, can't say that doesn't happen from time to time but I think it made her sad. We were working in the yard one day, I used to help her weed her flower beds, and I said something like, "Granny, I love you and will never leave you". She came back with something to the affect of, "Oh, you'll leave me sometime and get busy and forget your old Granny, just like Brian did."

I was floored. How could she think I would ever do such a thing? She had Dr. Pepper and Ice Cream and all of my Legos were at her house. Plus, I loved sitting in her lap and watching Crooke and Chase on the Nashville network with her. I was so insulted. I said, "Granny, I could never do that. I love you too much and I will never leave." I don't think she believed me.

I count that as a defining moment in my life because I think it was one of the first times I realized what Loyalty was. I kept my promise to my Granny and even through college I would call her at least once a week and visit her every chance I could when I came home. When she died I was there to bury her ashes, even though it required flying to Alabama.

We had a viewing before her cremation and even though Brian did show up, he refused to look at the body. Some people said he didn't handle death well but I like to think it was shame for not being a better grandson. I haven't spoken to him since she died and honestly don't expect to unless he needed a kidney or something. I feel shame to think that he is my blood and the idea of disowning him doesn't make me feel anything. When you can't even muster any emotion for a person is when you know you don't care about that person anymore.

That is all,


6 Ripples in the pond:

Addy's Daddy said...

I miss Granny Nan. I think about her quite a bit, especially when I think about the summers of our childhood. Anytime Addison wants a blanket spread out on the floor, I think about the Presbyterian pallets or whatever they were called.

sas said...

Beautiful post :)

Soda and Candy said...

I don't understand people who say "but they're FAMILY." like you have to forgive someone everything about them just because you share some genes. Some people don't deserve to be in your life, period.

Trinity said...

Thomas - I miss her too. And yes, that was a Presbiterian Pallet or however it is spelled.

Sas - Thanks

S&C - I agree completely. Family doesn't mean forever in some cases.

Lola Lakely said...

I read dick-head as dick hard. I have no idea why but apparently my mind is always in a dirty, filthy gutter.

But I agree with him being a dick head. And that you shouldn't forgive him. I hope you become really, really famous and then he when he comes crawling back to you, like the sycophant he is, then you can smile and slam the door in his face. I love when people get what they deserve.

Maryx said...

Good for you. What an arsehole.