It’s the day after Thanksgiving and a week since my 80th birthday. They’ve come and gone and left me feeling thankful for the family and friends with whom I celebrated these events. It’s also left me feeling a bit disappointed by those who chose to not share in either occasion.
In particular,
the youngest son’s response was not only disappointing, but hurtful as well. He
called when my birthday celebration was half over to tell me neither he nor any
of his family would attend because they were sick. He didn’t want to get me or
my guests sick. He was, however, going to go to work as usual. There was no way
it was possible, I guess, that he could stop by on his way to work for a very
few minutes.
This son did
call me on my actual birthday. He wished me a happy birthday followed by
general conversation. I asked if they were going to come for Thanksgiving because
I was going to do my shopping the following day. He explained they were going
to cook at their house and have his wife’s brother and girlfriend for dinner.
He went on to say that the girlfriend would be cooking Christmas and they would
go there. Well, okay, since they haven’t attended either Thanksgiving or
Christmas in a number of years.
As we continued
to talk, he told me all about his wife’s eldest son’s birthday which was the
day before mine. Dinner was prepared for him and gifts given. My response to
that was to say how disappointed I was that he couldn’t even be bothered to
send me an 80th birthday card. This was met by silence, followed by
the excuse that he doesn’t mail anything so had no stamps. This is the same son
who sells on E-Bay on an almost daily basis which necessitates a visit to the
USPS. I guess purchasing a single stamp would have been too difficult.
At that point I
was done. I told him to have a great Thanksgiving and hung up. And, I am done.
Period. Fini. Done. Done. Done. For the last ten plus years, I’ve “loaned” or
given money, purchased a car, always remembered everyone’s birthday and
Christmas with gifts or money, been available to babysit or help out however
possible. I’ve gone that extra mile and then some. And it’s not that I resent
all I’ve done because I don’t. I’m just very sad he couldn’t be bothered to
attend my birthday or send a simple Happy Birthday card.
Still, I had a
lot to be thankful for yesterday. And not just thankful yesterday, but each and
every single day for all the good in my life. That’s what I’m going to choose
to remember and think about going forward.
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