In all fairness I’ve had the tickets for over a month and they were rather expensive. When I phrase it like that it makes me sound like an asshole. If I rephrase it to: my daughter was really excited for the ballet and I think it’s better to support the living than the dead: it sounds better right?
My uncle was a smart, kind and giving man who I haven’t seen for at least two years. Before that, our interactions had become bi-annual at best. The funeral was out of town and there was no possible way to do both in the same day. I didn’t want to disappoint my daughter who was all set to see her first ballet. She sat on the edge of her seat the entire time looking over at me every five minutes or so to smile. She loved it. I loved it.
Initially I felt badly for choosing the ballet over my mourning family, but my daughter was only a baby the last time she saw my uncle and would surely come to resent my choice. Plus my mother is one of eighteen children so I’ll have plenty of other opportunities to support her.
I choose my choice. I CHOOSE MY CHOICE!