My Pop-Pop Christiano died earlier this evening. I guess when someone is 89 years old you can't call their death "unexpected," but it still feels unexpected. I just saw him and chatted with him, and he was with it and in good spirits, a few months ago. I feel incredibly sad.
The funeral is Monday. I was supposed to be in NJ for my Not Divorce hearing. Not Divorce, you ask? Yes, I have to appear in Court as part of some NJ pilot program where I have a "case management" hearing. I think I basically have to explain why I want to get divorced. After an almost two-year seperation. After we signed a mediation agreement EIGHT MONTHS AGO. After we sold our house and divied up our money months ago. After we've both been completey and totally emotionally battered by this and just want to get on with our lives. NOW I need to explain to someone WHY I want a divorce so I can get an actual divorce hearing. Yeah.
So my Not Divorce hearing needs to be rescheduled, pushing back my Real Divorce hearing even more. And I'm not even sure if this is "allowed." I basically told the lawyer: I'm not coming. I need to be at this funeral. Tell me what to do. I'm not negotiating.
And another one of my grandparents is dead.