Dear Uncle and Aunt,

I have always stuck up for you when my mom told me you were pieces of shit. I thought that she was kind of crazy. I didn’t believe that you were selfish and only cared about yourself. I mean, my dad loves you guys. I thought mom was just talking out of her asshole like she does about so many things. Now I know better. Grandma was an enormous part of our lives and my dad’s life. Grandpa died when Dad was 11, so he grew up with Grandma. He loves her so much. I love her so much. Every one of us grandchildren and all of her friends love her so much. She was an instrumental part in so many people’s lives. Now what? Tomorrow we’re having a 2 hour fucking invitation only service and then burying her. I understand not wanting a hundred people, but she deserves so much better than this. I don’t give a SHIT about your fucking problems, this is your mother that gave up so much for you. She lived dirt poor her entire life, made so many people’s lives golden, and now her procession is going to be dirt poor.

But no, that’s not all. When we found out there wasn’t going to be a luncheon (sacrilegious considering that grandma loved to eat) mom and auntie decided to organize it since you guys were SO FUCKING BUSY. That way everybody could reminisce and have some more closure. BUT NO. You two came up with the brilliant fucking idea to invite only people 30 and up to share a bucket of chicken at her house. Six out of her seven grandchildren wouldn’t be able to come including me. My sister and I went more than twice a week to the nursing home. We drove her to medical procedures. We played cards with her. And you have the balls to say we should just go home. Are we not fucking human? Are we just fucking objects? That distant aunts that see her maybe twice a year are more worthy of talking to than us.

Grandma was so fucking generous. Always giving giving giving giving. And so proud that her children loved her so much. And now that she’s dead, you are going to be selfish and not give a shit about her.

I honestly don’t know if I can forgive you now. I won’t show it, of course. I won’t ruin family relations. I just know now what kind of people you are. I know what you prize in your lives and I know that that’s yourself.

Go Fuck yourself,
me

Dear Dad,
I love you so much. I’ve grown enough that I know how much you love us, how much you loved your mom, and how much you worry. I know how giving you are. I know that this entire thing is destroying you. Thank you so much for sticking up for us. I am so glad that you are my dad and that mom is my mom. Even though you two are divorced and are super dysfunctional, when it comes to things that matter, you are the smartest people in the world. I love you so much, daddy, and can’t bear the thought of how much pain you are in. I know that I’d be in just as much pain if it were you. I can’t bear the thought of that. I love you and mom so much and you deserve so much more than what you currently live with.

Love,
Me