Right at the beginning of my aunties funeral, my brother Will said hello to Sarah-Jane, my deaf cousin, who has gone blind as an adult, who lives in America. You now have to hold her hand so she can touch you she is so blind and deaf. She's legally blind, not totally blind, she can use a large print phone and computer, but still. I know.
After that, Will watched me recoil from saying hello to her, just too hard, I thought. He disapproved of my action.
Sarah-Jane is the enemy, though. A religious bigot, bible thumping, Trump supporter, who would use her religious beliefs to affect my life, given the opportunity.
I've been subject to her sharp tongue on Facebook and other social media apps, as her brother and I have the same name and she has confused me for him. And while Big Christian has been quick to point out that she was getting Little Christian and Big Christian, as we were known in the family as kids, confused, with her apologising, Big Christian has also been quick to point out the she shouldn't talk that way to him either.
And, I’ve never really liked her, that much, not even from when we were kids. She has always been a spoilt, bad tempered little cow, treated special, and acted as if she was special, due to her disabilities. And yes, they are some disabilities, I'll give you that.
I never did say hello to her at the funeral.
I also found out one of my favourite cousins has breast cancer.
All the cousins got together at the end and took group photo, after which I rattled off the names of all the now dead parents quick and asked, "What do you think they would all think if they could see us now?"
Everyone responded, "They'd be pleased."
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