July 9, 2019July 1993
When my grandfather died,
lawyers wept. The family
held a roast, presided over by his
younger daughter, at a hotel
by the funeral home,
probably on his dime.
It made me a little uneasy.
“It’s just not right,” I said.
My aunt said, “Let’s have a
contest. Who did he say
the worst thing to? Who did he
treat the most badly?”
My grandfather hadn’t spoken to me
in years. I went home.
The next morning over breakfast,
my aunt told me I was declared
the winner. “But I wasn’t there,”
I said. “Exactly!” said my aunt. “You
were excommunicated, dear.
Shunned. Cast out.”
I took a sip of coffee and waited.
“Did you know, when your father died—”
“When I was 16,” I chimed in—
“Exactly. Well. Your grandfather, my father,
declared you were such a bad daughter,
it killed your father. And that’s why
he so suddenly died.”
I was stunned.
“Really?” I asked.
“Truly,” she answered. “Neither man
thought you did enough
to take care of your mother. ”
“I was a child,” I said. “And, I didn’t know
that she needed to be taken care of.”
My aunt reached for her purse.
“Did anyone ever tell you?” she asked.
“No. Not until this very moment,” I replied.
My aunt poured a nip bottle of Grand Marnier
into her cereal bowl. “There,” she said.
“You won.”
from Did You Know?