||[May. 16th, 2005|10:36 pm]
So Mom goes and guilt trips me for not coming to PA for the 1 year service of my dad's death, right? They decided what weekend and all to do the service, and she asks me to book a ticket if I'm going to come, and I decide not to. Weeks of guilt ensue. So I'm talking to her today, and they, meaning my mom and grandmother, just checked with the church, and the priest is not going to be there, and Sittoo (grandmother in arabic) doesn't want to deal with having to do the service with a substitute priest. (note, this is about 10 minutes added into a normal sunday service, which are way too long anyways.) So they aren't doing a service! They are going to mention his name in the list of the souls to pray for, but that's it. I would be so pissed right now if I had booked a non-refundable ticket. And all that guilt! Good, Mediterranean guilt, gone to waste! For nothing! Gah! Too bad there isn't a finite supply...