Going Home (to a funeral)

rfx-2 (03nov2018)_rzThe financial sacrifice in my choice to stay at a hotel instead of a relative’s home when I go home to Philadelphia (to attend my mother’s funeral) is well worth the cost. It means I don’t have to [continuously] contend with any family drama. And oh, how I abhor drama (i.e., bickering, backbiting, et al) of any kind; most especially that of family, and particularly the kind of family drama which often is created and lingers whenever a beloved family matriarch (like my mom) or patriarch transitions! I’ve experienced that sort of thing some twenty years ago when the matriarch of my [then] in-laws transitioned. I remember promising myself to never again put or keep myself in, near, or around such a fugly environment! (Some of you reading this can relate.)

My mind is now and will continue to be at peace during my stay in Philly, knowing that I can always return to the peaceful sanctity – and privacy – of my hotel room each night until I return to my home in Saginaw.

– RobFather X