Saturday morning I woke and wondered, "I wonder if my great-aunt Rose Mary's dead?"
I haven't met many of my grandmother's siblings, given that they almost all live(d) in Marion Ohio. I met Carol once, Jimmy once, Margaret lives only in photos, and Marshall was incarcerated in the Home for the Criminally Insane and Mom never even met him, given that he was a pedophile.
However, I've met Mom's favorite Aunt Rose Mary several times. She is the one who lives in the biker community and has her eyeliner and lipstick tattooed on.
I did wonder why she crossed my mind Saturday morning, and decided it was because I'd recently used the china she'd painted. So, I Googled "Rose Mary B_______ obituary."
The very first Google hit was a Marion Ohio paper, and I feared the worst. Surprisingly, Rose Mary was not dead but was the surviving sister of Great Uncle Jimmy, recently deceased, whose obit I'd found.
As I say, I met him once, but it was memorable because Jimmy was the one who let on that Marshall existed, which forced my Mom to explain why she and her sister Delores had to wait in the car while GrandCeil visited her brother at the psychiatric hospital. He also said I resembled Aunt Delores, which was magical because I've never resembled any relative I've ever known.
"Well, that's sad," I thought, "I wonder if this is recent."
The paper's date? November 15, 2014. Last Saturday. That very day.
Creeeepy. I met the man one time and I get a yen to check up on his sister the day his obit hits the paper.
Not as creepy: he'd actually died a week earlier. The Marion Ohio paper must save up its heavy news for Saturday.
Remarkably, Aunt Rose Mary lives on, and she's sixteen years older than her brother, if not twenty.