O.T. Don't know quite how to say this. Family matter. One helluva family.

Yvsa

Yvsa

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This morning I got up about 5:30, had some coffee and raisin bread toast about 7:30 and then layed back down for a nap around 9:00 am, I sleep in spurts. Uncle Bill will probably know what I mean.
Anyway we got a call right about 10:00 am and it was my cousin. Barb finished waking me from what the phone ringing started and was poking the newspaper in my face.

It was the obituary section and it's saying my brother Jack's funeral is tomorrow morning.:( :grumpy:
Seems he walked West on Dec 31st and that's all the particulars I know for sure.
And if it hadn't of been for my aunt Lucille seeing the notice in the obituarys this morning I still wouldn't have known it.
The bastards would have had my brother's funeral without me.
Helluva note ainnit?:mad:

I talked to Jack just shortly before we got our new car and I was asking him that if I could get it for a certain price, was it a good deal and he confirmed that it was.
We chatted a bit about other things and he said he was on his way to Texas for the winter.
He sounded really good, voice strong as he had had his trach fixed a short time ago so he could speak like a normal person again.
Jack also said he was having trouble with loseing weight but he just wasn't able to eat much.
Jack and me weren't close but since his wife, my 2nd cousin, had died a few months back he had began calling me more often so I did the same with him.
Twelve years is a lot of difference between brothers, guess I should say we were half brothers as we had the same mother but different fathers.
Jack had met his father once several years ago but they had nothing in common, my old man raised him from the time Jack was 12 so Jack thought more of my old man anyway, such as that was.
I'm pretty sure Jack laid in his trailer for several days before he was found as the service is a closed casket and there is no viewing. I know that Jack had my number and that the bastards knew I am his brother. They could've at least had the decency to call.:mad:

I'm going to show up there in the morning to pay my brother my last respects And to just see who in the hell else shows up.
I know they're a bunch of F*****g Vultures as Jack had a few things and a little money in the bank.
He had a late model Ford Heavy Duty 350 to pull his fancy 36 foot trailer with. Kinda funny that as we grew up in a 28 foot house trailer.:rolleyes:
Out of everything Jack had accumalated over the years the only thing I care to have of his would be his old Western Hunting Knife he bought when we all lived in Montana. But I won't get it, doubtful anyway. I will Definitely Ask!

Another thing that is kind of funny is that I'm not nearly as upset now as I was when I heard of Walosi walking West! Walosi and I were close! We told each other things that we wouldn't tell anyone else.
We shared things and gave each other small gifts. When I got my computer I sent Walosi the e-scanner I had so he could scan and send pix if he wanted too.
And I was lucky enough to win a raffle that netted me Walsoi's Malla that he woodchucked the handle on. I treasure it and it will never be sold!
There's no need to cut my hair short for my brother Jack as I had already cut it for my brother Walosi.:(

Anyone that doesn't think you can't make family online and especially in this forum is pure dee full of shiit!
 
That's a screwed up little family dynamic you have there. Sorry, I know it must grate on your soul.
Last year my brother's sister in law died after a long battle with MS. All my family was present but me. It seems everyone forgot to tell me that she had passed on. It wasn't out of meanness or anything. Somehow it just wasn't important enough to get passed on. I took it personally for a while, then moved on.
Sorry for your loss. It seems your family has had it's share of hardship this last year. Here's hoping the new year treats you better.
 
I'm sorry about your brother Edutsi :( I'm also sorry they treated you like that. My dad's brother and he were never close, and I only remember meeting him 2 times in my life. I went down with my dad for his funeral--it was so weird. It made me really sad to think that I was burying an uncle I never got to meet. Those relatives that are treating you like that may one day feel regret that they didn't treat you right and treat you like family too.

Sorry for the muddled post.
 
I've never understood why members of one's own family - who should be closer than anyone - sometimes play games like this.

You're above all that and I'm sure that you know how to handle it. My condolences to you, Yvsa, and I hope that this situation gets taken care of to your satisfaction.
 
Yvsa, I am sorry that you have to deal with little and inconsiderate people at a time like this. My prayers are with you.

Steve
 
Sorry to hear that, Yvsa. My opinion is not to let any emotion show against the ignorant relatives you have- the more at peace you are the more damned their behavior makes them. ( the more bad Karma they accrue) I have a brother who has spoken to me three times in in twenty years, ever since I became a NRA member, so I know what bad family connections are like. Sorry for your loss.



munk
 
Good luck Yvsa.

Maybe this was all a mix-up, and they just forgot to contact you in the confusion. You can always hope for the best anyways, right? And I hope you at least get his knife.

We must all float like lotus petals down the river of life.
 
Yvsa,

Perhaps your presence and wisdom will be a help for some there. The universe did see fit to inform you, so perhaps there is a reason.
 
Yvsa, I'm sorry for you. my brother is 10 years older than me. I know sometimes we're closer than people think given the age difference. Smoke going up. Al
 
My grandmother did the same thing to my grandfather's family when he died. They'd gone back to Oklahoma a year earlier for his family reunion, but she never spoke of them. She was a Texan and when she met his mom in Oklahoma after they got married his mom was married to an Indian. I guess that made his family trash by her standards.

A dozen years later she pulled the same stuff after my father's death. After her performance that time I walked off and kept in touch with the rest of my family but never again spoke to her until twenty years later when she managed to get my phone number out of my mom.

By then my dad's sister had remaried to her high school sweetheart ( the romance got broken up by guess who? ) and he still tells of how my aunt opened the package I'd sent her - he saw what it was and she couldn't figure why he was ROTFLHAO. Then she saw it was a Star Wars Darth Vader coffee cup. No need to ask whom it was meant to represent.

Some people are just plain mean and evil because they get their kicks that way. I'm sorry for your troubles and I've been there too, so give them holy hell for it. I regret I didn't. And you're dayumed sure right about us here being family, bro.
 
I'm sorry for your loss, friend.

But people are strange.

I came from a family where the women could give you a detailed list, with prices adjusted for inflation, of the gifts and values of the gifts, for every wedding, birthday, and anniversary that had occurred in their lifetimes, and whether the gifts had ever been reciprocated. :)

Ain't nought as odd as folk, eh?


Be well and safe.
 
Howard Wallace said:
Yvsa,

Perhaps your presence and wisdom will be a help for some there. The universe did see fit to inform you, so perhaps there is a reason.
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+1 Yvsa. This may be for a reason.
 
I'm really sorry to hear of your loss Yvsa. And also sorry to hear of the inter-family BS. My father died when I was pretty young, 23 years ago, and even now I still get upset thinking about the pack of vultures that descended, people who had only known him for months, taking everything he had meant for my brother and I to have. He hadn't been dead a day when my druggie half-brother backed his truck up to my Dad's garage and stole $20 grand worth of shop tools. He later sold them for pennies on the dollar for coke, and his mother, my Dad's second wife, did nothing.

It's not the material value of things like that at all, it's the sentimental value of something that cannot ever be replaced, like your brothers Western knife, or Walosi's Malla. My brother and I had worked with those tools from the time we were 10, and were old enough to go on jobs with my Father.

God Bless, and I hope it all works out for you.

Regards,

Norm
 
I'm sorry for your loss and the injustice you are being put thru:( keep us posted. i hope you get that knife.

Jake
 
Yvsa my friend. I am sorry for your loss, and sorry that it was compounded by the thoughtlessness of others.

Stiwi
 
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