Christel's daughter is a pain in the proverbial at the best of times, but when she is grieving for her mum she is too much to handle. She wants to invite people she knows to the wake to control numbers. One of our neighbours at the sheltered housing where Christel and I lived expressed an interest in coming to the funeral, and another who liked her would probably come. E wanted to keep them out of the wake, then decided to let them in after a battle. She refuses to allow any of the carers from there to attend as she is upset that some of the carers at the nursing home were not as attentive as they should have been. There's two of three from the housing complex who were just so lovely, kind and helpful it would be an insult to tell them to stay away if they want to pay their tributes. I find it insulting that my protests in their favour are waved away.
I also wanted to quote a poem by Goethe that Christel loved, but cannae remember the exact German words. Google is no use. E just shut me down with some nonsense that nobody wants to hear a poem. She wants to quote a banal poem at the graveside. Her mother was educated and cultured, but that matters not a jot. E just wants her friends round her and wants it to be about her as usual. I try to work with her to keep the peace and make sure Christel gets a decent, dignified send off. Sometimes it is just so frustrating to come up against a brick wall of selfish ignorance.
If anyone knows "Ihre Blaue Augen " by Goethe I am in your debt if you can provide the full text. If anyone knows how to handle people like that without causing a scene or a major row then I would appreciate it. Thank you all for reading my woes while you have your own.
I also wanted to quote a poem by Goethe that Christel loved, but cannae remember the exact German words. Google is no use. E just shut me down with some nonsense that nobody wants to hear a poem. She wants to quote a banal poem at the graveside. Her mother was educated and cultured, but that matters not a jot. E just wants her friends round her and wants it to be about her as usual. I try to work with her to keep the peace and make sure Christel gets a decent, dignified send off. Sometimes it is just so frustrating to come up against a brick wall of selfish ignorance.
If anyone knows "Ihre Blaue Augen " by Goethe I am in your debt if you can provide the full text. If anyone knows how to handle people like that without causing a scene or a major row then I would appreciate it. Thank you all for reading my woes while you have your own.