Friday, September 18, 2015
MY BROTHER PASSED
Right now, I am in many moods. I am shocked because I had no idea. I am upset because my brother passed. I am pissed because no one called me and told me. My name is not even in his obituary as his surviving sister.
I was born with two older brothers. My brother George was the oldest, my brother, Robert (Bob) was in the middle one and I was the youngest. George was 14 years older than me. Bob was 7 years older than me. Growing up and into our adult lives we got along. Oh, as brothers and sister, we had disagreements, but nothing serious or that lasted long.
My brothers and their families moved to Florida. I stayed here until my parents got ill with Alzheimer Diease and Dementhia. I moved to Florida to take care of my parents. Took care of my parents for 13 years. When my Father's time was coming, my brothers got all upset with me. I still don't know why. When my Father died and they found out I was the head of the estate, they really got upset. After that I moved back north.
When my brother, Bob, passed, it was my brother George that called me and told me. Later we got involved in our geneology and we talked backed and forth several times. Our relationship wasn't like it was when we were we children, but it was good. So I can't understand why no one called me and told me. I don't know what to do. It hurts, it really does.
I would like to call them up and tell them off, but that is not what God would want me to do. On the computer, after the obituary, there is a place you can leave a message, I wonder if I should leave one, but would I say. Or should I go on and not say anything?
With my parents gone and my brothers gone, I am the head of the family now. Not that it makes any difference. I have been praying over this and asking the Lord what I should do.