So after that last "oh so cruel" post regarding the letter and the death of my sperm doner, there came a shit storm. A storm so strong, and ridiculous all due to death.
Ever notice how death brings out the worst in some people? It can tear a whole God fearing family apart. It starts with the deathwatch, when you notice a sibling eyeing everything in the house. Then subtle hints of "what will we do with this diamond necklace?" or "I've always loved that chair.
Then with the final breath of your loved one, the caring and nuturing sweet people who have stood by your side in tears turn into freaks off a Jerry Springer episode. There is screaming and acquisations, bitter attitudes and a sense of greed. Possessions start to disappear from the deceased persons house. Important papers mysteriously vanish. And so much suspicion!
Some say there is no good that comes from a death. When my mom passed, there was no fighting. In fact, my dad is still having a hard time getting us to take anything, and she died 10 years ago. We grew closer as a family then we ever have been.
The irony to this - my dear mother who did her best to cause strife between us while she was living, brought us together inspite of all her actions for so many years of her life.
Love your family and your friends. Don't linger overly much on material possessions.
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