Ouch

[DanS]

Confirmed real from the Vallejo Times-Herald.

I'd be worried that Dolores would haunt me from the afterlife if I wrote this obit.

And lastly, that's one hell of a large family to screw up. Must have taken some work on her part.

[Nugog]

[Naked Gents Rut]

That's terrible.

[Nugog]

Nope - thats hilarious!

[Winston]

It reminds me of an episode of Frasier I watched years ago. Frasier had to deliver a eulogy for a, shall we say, rather difficult aunt that had passed on. And Niles also had some serious trouble spreading her ashes out in the woods.

[Naked Gents Rut]

It takes a very selfish person to say such things about their dead mother.

[Nugog]

Originally posted by Naked Gents Rut
It takes a very selfish person to say such things about their dead mother.

Or a very honest one.

[notyoueither]

Originally posted by Naked Gents Rut
It takes a very selfish person to say such things about their dead mother.

Perhaps a better mother would have raised a better child.

[Japher]

9"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

Matthew 6:14-21



There was no need for that obit, except to remind the rest of us of what really matters.

[Tuberski]

Loving Dolores
Article Launched: 08/24/2008 08:18:25 AM PDT

I had been told about an unbelievable obituary about a woman who was not loved by her family because she didn't love them. Today, I was given that obituary to read and could not believe my eyes.

This was a woman I knew, and had grown to love.

Dolores Aguilar was my neighbor on Carolina Street for many years. A few days after we first moved there, I was introduced to her by her young granddaughter who was living with her and she was taking care of. I met her husband, Raymond, who loved her very much and she loved in return. They were friends, and comrades in life. Raymond, who worked at Mare Island, died a few years later from asbestos poisoning. He was a very good man.

I spent a lot of time at her house. She adopted me as her granddaughter, too. I was happy to be there, as I loved to hear her stories and her hugs were always heartfelt. Every time she saw me, she would hug me and say, "I love you Nena" or "I miss you." Dolores had many stories to share. She spoke a lot about life experiences, and being strong in the world. The one thing she made sure to tell me was not to lose love.

Although she didn't go to church often (she did not drive), she was a deeply religious woman. She talked a lot about the saints, the Virgin Mary and God. She spoke a lot about Heaven and also about faith and forgiveness. She was excited to go to Mass, dressed to the nines, and heard the service in complete solemnity. Dolores' spirituality may not have been visible to others, but I
knew she believed and she had great faith in God.

She often cried for her son, who died in Vietnam. I was honored to be included in a trip with her grandchildren to South San Francisco, to visit her son in the cemetery. The experience was unforgettable. All the way there, she talked about how he was a good person, and how he decided to serve his country and how she often prayed for his safety. She had zest in her eyes when she spoke about him, and she would also stop mid-sentence as she tried hard not to cry. In her frailty, she made the trip to see her baby boy, she touched his tombstone, and whispered "I love you." I didn't hear one word against the government, against the war or against those who killed him. All I heard was that he was a good son, he gave his life for what he believed in, and she missed him terribly.

Dolores had a great love for animals. She welcomed dogs, and spoiled them. She was also good with people, and understood deeply about their paths in life.

What I want everyone to know is that she isn't the woman on the obituary. Because I knew her, and I loved her and she loved me. She was a wonderful woman. She was a beautiful woman. Despite all the different sorrows and pains she may have gone through with her family, she still continued to love.

She made a huge difference in my life. She may not have given me material things, but the pearls of wisdom and her enduring belief and love for me is something I will cherish forever.

Grandma, I love you, and may you truly rest in peace. I miss you and I am forever grateful.

More than 1 side to a story.

ACK!

[PLATO]

Originally posted by Tuberski

...
Dolores Aguilar was my neighbor on Carolina Street for many years. A few days after we first moved there, I was introduced to her by her young granddaughter who was living with her and she was taking care of...

Grandma, I love you, and may you truly rest in peace. I miss you and I am forever grateful.

More than 1 side to a story.

ACK!

These two parts of the letter don't add up. Neighbor or Granddaughter?

[rah]

She adopted me as her granddaughter

[Elok]

Originally posted by Naked Gents Rut
It takes a very selfish person to say such things about their dead mother.

Bear in mind that there's a cultural difference here. You're coming from the culture that gave the world the concept of filial piety. We're coming from the culture that gave the world things like this:

"Daddy" by Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.

Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time--
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal

And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene

An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.

I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You--

Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just can't worm through.

If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.

With that said, this obituary was in very poor taste. Family laundry shouldn't be aired in public, that's just tacky.

[DanS]

Originally posted by Tuberski
More than 1 side to a story.

Who published that? Not to be cynical or anything, but I would like to see confirmation that the alternative obit is true.

[Traianvs]

Originally posted by Elok




With that said, this obituary was in very poor taste. Family laundry shouldn't be aired in public, that's just tacky.

That much is true, but we don't know either of the two people. Perhaps the one who write the obituary had good reasons for it.

I have an aunt who is so selfish, so messed-up in the head, so inconsiderate towards everyone including her own two daughters that I wouldn't really mind if something happened right now. I'm not saying I wish it to happen, I would simply be indifferent. And I'm not even directly involved.

Publishing it is indecent, but perhaps years and years of frustration baited him or her to do this; I could imagine this myself very well actually