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channonyarrow) wrote2007-03-19 08:47 pm
channonyarrow) wrote2007-03-19 08:47 pm
Countdown initiated
Someday, I really, really want to find out what it's like to live in a family where people die and stay dead.
Or, to put it another way, my family is looking at plus/minus a week of hell. Because no one in this family can die and finish the job right, at least not women.
This does not mean that my grandmother, who died over the weekend, is suddenly flapping about again, or that she's become a zombie. It simply means that, in my family, people linger.
My great aunt Lee's sister, Blanche, loved cats. Lee hates them. When Blanche died, suddenly, there were, literally, double integers of cats around Lee's house - and the capper was the one who hung off her screen door for a week, yowling at Lee.
Then they all disappeared.
Call it coincidence if you like; my family calls it par for the fucking course. I have precognitive powers, my sisters have their own powers, my mother hers, my niece hers, my brother his - he's the oddball. In my family, it travels in the female line.
But I did not expect that my father's family had it at all. My father is the least intuitive person I've met - he doesn't know when he's getting sick, he rarely knows how he feels emotionally, nothing. He doesn't know his mind and his body. The rest of us do, and I thought it was a trait from my mother's side.
But now my grandmother, my dad's mother, is hanging about making life a fucking mess for everyone. So far, the total is: 1 destroyed transmission; 1 car that ran over a couch, causing about two and a half grand in damage; 1 object that flew up off the freeway and destroyed another tire on my mother's car; 1 freak snow flurry this morning (for me because I hate driving in snow, and at a site with meaning for me, in terms of shitty fucking traffic conditions); 1 leak in the waterbed that has not, in over twenty years, leaked and woken my parents up. Leaked, yes. In fact, this leak was at the site of an old one - the strongest part of a waterbed.
Add to this the normal chaos attendant upon a funeral when the sole occupant of the house dies.
Circumstantial? Sure. I can't prove any of this. I never have been, which is what makes it so annoying.
Coincidental? Doubt it.
I'm going to hire Serbian vampire hunters to stake her.
Or, to put it another way, my family is looking at plus/minus a week of hell. Because no one in this family can die and finish the job right, at least not women.
This does not mean that my grandmother, who died over the weekend, is suddenly flapping about again, or that she's become a zombie. It simply means that, in my family, people linger.
My great aunt Lee's sister, Blanche, loved cats. Lee hates them. When Blanche died, suddenly, there were, literally, double integers of cats around Lee's house - and the capper was the one who hung off her screen door for a week, yowling at Lee.
Then they all disappeared.
Call it coincidence if you like; my family calls it par for the fucking course. I have precognitive powers, my sisters have their own powers, my mother hers, my niece hers, my brother his - he's the oddball. In my family, it travels in the female line.
But I did not expect that my father's family had it at all. My father is the least intuitive person I've met - he doesn't know when he's getting sick, he rarely knows how he feels emotionally, nothing. He doesn't know his mind and his body. The rest of us do, and I thought it was a trait from my mother's side.
But now my grandmother, my dad's mother, is hanging about making life a fucking mess for everyone. So far, the total is: 1 destroyed transmission; 1 car that ran over a couch, causing about two and a half grand in damage; 1 object that flew up off the freeway and destroyed another tire on my mother's car; 1 freak snow flurry this morning (for me because I hate driving in snow, and at a site with meaning for me, in terms of shitty fucking traffic conditions); 1 leak in the waterbed that has not, in over twenty years, leaked and woken my parents up. Leaked, yes. In fact, this leak was at the site of an old one - the strongest part of a waterbed.
Add to this the normal chaos attendant upon a funeral when the sole occupant of the house dies.
Circumstantial? Sure. I can't prove any of this. I never have been, which is what makes it so annoying.
Coincidental? Doubt it.
I'm going to hire Serbian vampire hunters to stake her.
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Me? I nearly found bodies left by the Green River Killer and was only warned off by a sense I can't explain. My best friend spent a year or so being warned by the scent of menthol cigarettes (which no one in her family smoked) when her daughter was in danger. I believe.
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As my brother put it, when we were arguing out what day to have the funeral, she'd be plenty happy to know that her descendents were arguing over her even now. And there's certainly evidence in my mom's line for this sort of thing to happen, for someone to linger - I just hope that she gets her shit done and goes away, rather than hangs about for a long time. At least for Lee it was over in a week; Blanche finished everything she had to say in that time period.
Somehow, I don't think that my grandmother will be gone that quickly, but I admit to a level of paranoia.
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Which is, of course, something my grandmother would have LOVED. That woman lived to spread "cheer".
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I want to come visit you and get crazed.
PS Sorry your gran died - I know you said you didn't like her. Still, it's customary to offer condolences... for any tiny little titbit in her that you did like.
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I want YOU to come visit TOO, dammit! DOO EET. DOO EET. Get crazy with me!
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And to be fair I'm the odd-ball in my family too, but then things seem to have passed more through my mother than any of her sisters, and nothing came from my father's side.
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In my family, the two notable deaths (that I KNOW about) have been Blanche, who simply wasn't done saying everything she needed to say to Lee, and my grandmother, who...well, she had her grudges stuffed and mounted, I swear to god. So I kind of hope that this'll end someday, but I also kind of think that it might NOT.
On the other hand...fingers crossed, nothing weird's happened today.
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As to control I have little to none. Feelings, premonitions, little flashes of things when I look at people, the questionable habit of attracting strange things and individuals, and the occasional wierd shit happening when I'm in a Mood. Actually I find the best channel, and this is going to sound idiotic I know but stick with me, is Tarot. Its like an inkblot for that extra eye I can't control any other way.
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But as you say, I can't force control either. It happens or it doesn't. When I'm in a mood, or around specific people, I actually become empathic, and that ALWAYS fucks my shit up because I don't ever have that happen when someone is feeling what I WANT to feel or what I NEED to feel. I control my emotions pretty intensely (and yet in a free-flowing linkage, as well, it's complicated) and the times I become empathic are times that I just feel out of control of myself because I'm very aware that what I'm feeling isn't what I am feeling.
It must be awesome to have that awareness of people - I generally don't. In fact, the joke is that if I fall for someone, they MUST be an axe murderer.
And my female friends all get it, since all but one of us feels something that we can't explain in this way. But do you say that it's not possible to explain it to a man (for me) because of gender terms and views or something else? I'm not clear on that - possibly because, as I said, I'm female and in a group of women, by and large, who HAVE that experience, while the men I know (other than two) don't, so I don't know if it's gender views of the world or something else.