So I get home from the grocery store last night just in time to hear the phone ring. It was my aunt, telling me that her cousin, Patty, has died and the funeral is tomorrow. She asked me if I'd like to go. I'm not sure if I ever met her. (My grandpa had 12 brothers and sisters, so it seems like every family reunion my relatives have to reintroduce themselves to me. "I'm your Grandpa Kevin's brother's son's . . . ") I told her no originally, but after talking to my dad, I decided to go. I called my aunt back and told her so. Here's the thing. Should I be honest and say that I don't remember ever meeting her? I remember my great aunt and uncle's 50th wedding anniversary party in the parking lot. I remember leading a drunken chorus of "Danny Boy" in the hotel parking lot. I was told she was there, but I don't remember her being there. (She died of lung cancer. A couple months ago, she thought she didn't have much time left, and so my mom went to see her. That's all I remember of her.) And we don't have any family pictures of her, so I don't know what she even looked like. I'm really hoping it's not an open casket wake. Funerals freak me out and I don't know what to do.