Most of you probably remember that about a year ago I got an invite from either my mom or my sister to a family reunion for my mom's side of the family. It was to be this August 23. They aren't really people I know, as my mom didn't talk to most of them for about 35 years. Having not been invited to anyone's house for 9 years, it felt insulting. Around that time just before and after, I had been in contact with my mom. I had from time to time tried to reach out to them but it was never reciprocated. L made my life miserable about it. I won't go into the why we had a tiff. Most of you know, and it doesn't really matter. Then at Thanksgiving, I pointed out to L that the invite to the family reunion didn't mean much when I wasn't welcome at the holiday table. She called and asked if she could bring me to dinner at my sister S's house. Mom said no, but maybe sometime we could meet for lunch. We've done lunch already a few times. That hurt. Then after Thanksgiving, mu sister W called L to get the dirt on how I reacted, blah blah blah. Actually, I didn't react a lot to L, only to reinforce that I wasn't really a welcome member of the family. W told L some lies, (doesn't matter what) to justify my not being invited. This was closer to Christmas. Star will remember my drop kicking the Wise Men. The date of the "family reunion" came and went this August. I heard nothing. Until that night. I got an e-mail from a family friend saying that they had been to my parent's 80th birthdays party that day and how pretty L was. I wasn't invited. It wasn't a family reunion, it wasn't at the same place the family reunion had been set for. The family reunion fell apart, and it became a large birthday party for both of my parents, whose birthdays fall within two weeks of the date. L still hasn't said anything. I went to a delicatessen that my dad worked at when I was a girl. It's still owned by the same family. The granddaughter (my age) says "Tell your dad that Edwin died." I told her I would. I sent my dad a card today that said: Gretchen E told me to tell you that Edwin died last week. The funeral was Saturday. Witzend It took a lot to not say "And thanks for excluding me from your birthday celebration." But I didn't. All and all I'm glad I didn't write it. Deep down part of me wishes I had, but I know it would be a wasted effort.