being invisible

The US celebrated Mother’s Day on Sunday. I got a card to mine in time and had a phone chat with her as well. Aaron usually drops a card off to his mother every year in person by driving out to his parents house and hanging out with them for a bit. This year they weren’t there. He waited – thought perhaps they had taken Grandma out to lunch. They didn’t show and so he drove out to the local Best Buy (for non-Americans, Best Buy is a big entertainment electronics and media store) to kill some time when by chance his mother’s sister approached him in the shop and asked if he was “going to Bob’s later.” Evidently Uncle Bob was hosting a family get-together in less than couple of hours. Clearly that is where his parents and brother and everyone else would be on this Mother’s Day Sunday.

But not Aaron. No one called him to tell him that the family was getting together. This complete disregard has happened before with different family events over the years. Aaron has always been quiet and reserved, but he is hardly invisible. He waited until half past three for a phone call, well into party time. None came. He left his Mother’s Day card at his parent’s empty house. As of late last night, still no one called to ask where he was. For all their appearances they are a strangely distant family. Sure they all love each other, but in the over ten years I’ve known Aaron and his family, I’ve always sensed this distance between family members.

It’s amazing how hurtful people can be by not bothering to communicate anything at all.

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3 thoughts on “being invisible”

  1. You can bet I’ll see him this weekend. I slept all day that Sunday because I had to work that night; but if I had known what was going on, I would taken him for Chinese (our usual food of choice).

    His parents have always been nice to me, but I have never understood them. He’s such a great guy, and I think of him as a son. Again–I don’t understand them.

  2. I know how he feels. My step family pretends to be one big happy family, but me and Jill are left out of a lot of stuff.

  3. It made me very angry when he told me. It’s not like they have a twelve children ‚Äö?Ñ?Ƭ¨‚Ćthey have two. I’m pretty certain his brother would’ve been told about it, but then, he’s fathered a grandchild for them, so of course they’d think to contact that one. Perhaps I’m being unfair in saying that, but if there wasn’t a loose pattern of neglect in place I wouldn’t say it.

    It’s just not right.

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