Sigh.
Bitterness and jealousy.
From me.
Laura will read the Reading.
It's not very long, but it is significant.
And I chose it.
Stevo gets to read something at the end - okay, it's a thank you and an invite to people to the Crem and the buffet afterwards.
I get the bidding prayers.
Prayers.
Me.
No personal input, lines on a page, something I don't even believe in.
I have been complimented on my speaking voice.
How come my sister gets the starring role?
Yes, she saw Grandad more in the nursing home than I did.
But when he had his own bungalow, who went on foot to get his shopping?
Who rushed home with KFC or fish n chips so they were still warm (and then had him tell me to put them in the fridge
)
Who searched the whole of the town centre for something he might like?
Who did all his washing and ironing when Mum was away, and every Saturday when she was home?
Who had to clean him up after "accidents"?
Laura never washed shit off his cock and balls.
But she gets to dress his coffin, have her favourite hymn at the Crem and do the Reading.
I don't resent what I did for Grandad, I'd do it again in a second.
I don't resent Mum making her own choices.
I'm just petty and spiteful and need to get over it.