A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Fifty-One

Tonight we went to the funeral home to sit with Ann, welcoming friends and family to visit.  It was mostly fine, but only mostly so.  Perry and his daughter were both in attendance and did things to make it quite uncomfortable.  For one thing, Perry went into a religious diatribe that was largely on the theme that anyone who does not believe in Jesus is a terrible person bound for damnation and eternal torture.  This is not the first time Perry has made comments that demean me as a Jew, sometimes with rather direct anti-Semitic comments to or about me.  His daughter goaded me about my hair, which is just juvenile, and insulted my brother for wearing a mask (many of us were doing the same).  Towards the end of the evening, Perry took Melissa aside to talk with her and started making demands about wanting Ann's car.  It was incredibly unpleasant and I stepped in when I saw Melissa getting upset.   I had not been confrontational all night, but when he was attacking Melissa, it was too much.  At least it was very late and moat people had left already, but I did get angry and shouted at him, but I did not say much more than for him to stop and back off.  He also made comments about how Melissa would get the house, which, as a direct result of Perry's influence, is going to ne sold off by the state or to the nursing home in order to pay her bills.  Melissa is getting nothing in the end, and it is because of this man, who was abusive and ended up leaving her when she was ill.  Tomorrow is the funeral, and I am afraid of what will be then.

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