by CandyKane » Mon Jul 15, 2019 12:48 pm
I spent this very gloomy Monday seeing my brother buried in the pouring down rain. My heart is truly saddened by the way my sister in law has handled all this. I made sure he had a spot in the cemetary as close to family as he could get. And arranged to have the grave opened and closed. And was told if i want him to have a headstone i can buy it for him. So i will. After he died i checked my facebok and the first post i saw was from one of his wifes friends. It said that the only family and friends that he had were his wifes family and friends.
I thought about that as i stood under an umbrella bawling like a baby watching him be covered up. I didnt confront her directly, but i did. make a post of my own. I tried to include other points of his life, including his great love of Christmas. My Mom had him, my Dad raised him as his own, and we loved him. He had problems including drugs and alcohol. He had his faults, just like me and everybody else. We fought alot. But we were family. You do for family. Sorry for the long post. Thankful for my Christmas family.
“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder