CONTENT WARNING: Suicide
My sister took her life this past June, and sometime between there and when we move out of the house she died in, we get a phone call. It’s important to note that my sister had a more feminine version of my dad’s name. As a result, we always had to be careful how to say her name or be sure to let whichever one we were talking to know it was them.
The phone call is a scam, and I do not mean to mess with them; I am just still reeling from losing my only sister.
Scammer: “Hello, may I speak to [Father]?”
Me: “I’m sorry, but he’s not here right now.”
Scammer: “She’s not there?”
The scammer very clearly enunciates the “she” part.
Me: “Oh, oh! I’m terribly sorry; my sister passed away recently. Please remove our number.”
Scammer: “So, I cannot speak to him?”
Me: “Okay, wait. Which one are you trying to talk to, my father or my sister?”
Scammer: “I thought you said she died.”
Me: “Yes, my sister did die.”
Scammer: “But you also said that he wasn’t there.”
Me: “All righty, then. Who’s trying to confuse whom here? Okay, listen. [Father], the male, is at work right now, but he does not deal with this kind of call in the least bit. [Sister], the female, has taken her life, and obviously cannot come to the phone; I highly doubt I can recreate her out of her ashes.”
Scammer: “You are a c***.”
I snap and go off on them.
Mom: “Holy—”
Brother: “So, uh… think [My Name] is a bit too stressed?”
Mom: “Bit? Dear, your sister has seen things she never should have seen, but this is just… Oh, boy, she’s angry.”
I slam the phone down on the receiver and go out for a smoke.
Mom: “Hun, please go make sure she didn’t break the phone.”
Me: “Y’ALL KNOW I CAN HEAR YOU, RIGHT?”
Mom & Brother: “Love you, too!”
I stewed for a good while after that. Between grieving my sister’s death, dealing with PTSD, and everything else, I was not in the mood to deal with being called that. Usually, I would have just messed with them, but at that point in time, I was dealing with too much.