My work family is very sweet. They sent messages, and calls, and support like I’ve never known.
As the drama over my dad’s remains still stands in the air.
My brother and I are keeping our sense of humor.
If your family sucks, go find a new one. It’s not you…it’s them.
It’s a good thing I work out, this was a two arm bouquet from my work family. It made me cry, in gratitude for their support.
Since my my dad’s wife won’t have a funeral, memorial service, or give an obituary for my dad….and won’t give us his ashes! my little mind is going into overdrive.
She can’t keep my dad’s memory from me, and she can’t dictate who I share it with.
Ashes or not, I will memorialize my dad, one way or another.
I’ve written an obit, and contacted what’s left of my dad’s family.
Do I send it to the social circle where he lived the last 30 years?
My father “fell” from a second story balcony in February. After his rehab he went into a nursing facility where he was taken off of all “life extending medications” including his Afib meds, Parkinson’s meds, which are not life extending. But he was taken off of them any way.
His wife abandoned him, moved to Las Vegas in July. She put their condo up for sale. https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/308-Desert-Falls-Dr-E-Palm-Desert-CA-92211/18081002_zpid/ the market.
Claimed to have had multiple falls, couldn’t be there for his final days, hours. Now that he’s dead, she’s fine, coming home, all is well, aren’t we all so happy? Isn’t it just wonderful? We should be happy for her, shouldn’t we?
The Lord rebuke her… and the Lord please help me.