The Chi-Indy Express

I was woken up yesterday morning by my brother calling to tell me that my aunt, Heidi, passed away early that morning, and Mom was trying to get ahold of me but can't find my number. Once I finally got ahold of my mom, she told me the same thing: Heidi died because the carbon dioxide level in her blood was too high (she's been in the hospital for weeks, now, because of this).

Honestly, we weren't close. I didn't really even like her all that much - I was never comfortable around her at all. It's my dad's baby sister. But still, I wanted to pay my respects, so I asked my mom to call me later with the funeral information so I could try and get home for a visitation or something.

Um...wrong. She requested that I, my sister, brother, and 6 of our cousins be her pallbearers. Firstly - who does that? When I go, either throw me in a ditch or cremate me and scatter the ashes wherever's most convenient. I don't get the burial/funeral procession/rites thing. I just don't. I don't want a bunch of people carrying my dead body around - that's creepy.

Anyway, this is the big move weekend, and the visitation/wake is on Friday, while the service is on Saturday (they're catholic - they like to drag out everything [no offense to any of you who are catholic - but again, I don't get it]). Meanwhile, I'm supposed to be in Indianapolis Saturday night for a big dinner thing for Frank, and I have to work Friday morning. So my mom booked a flight.

here's how the weekend -from here on out known as the Chi-Indy Express:

Friday: Work at 6am, get off at 10 and get to the airport by 12, my flight leaves at 1. Arrive in QCs at 2, go straight to the visitation/wake and dinner for the family.
Saturday: Get up, get to the funeral home by 8am and get everything finished for the service. Do the whole carrying of the body (words cannot express how creeped out by this I am)/burrial/etc thing, directly followed by the party (they're irish), then get to the airport by 2 - my flight leaves at 3, I arrive at o'hare just before 4, with an hour layover. Fly out at 5, get into Indy at 7:47 (a half hour late for the dinner).
Sunday: Get up and get Frank's uncle's truck, drive to my new store for a meeting at 6:45, leave right after that for Chicago.
Monday: get up, move out by noon, and get back to Indy by 5 to return the truck.
Tuesday: work at 4am (guh!), get off at noon and move into the apartment.

It's okay if you wanna cry for me just a little bit. I know I do.