Clown Car
Footballguy
My dad died in January. He had been fighting leukemia for about two years. We had great hope that a bone marrow transplant would work but it didn’t and he died peacefully at home. My sister, his sister, his paid care giver, his wife, and I were there that last week.
My dad left my mom, my sister and I in 1976. We lived in poverty and squalor with our alcoholic mother who also had mental health problems. There was a revolving door of men, many times we didn’t have food or electricity or water, but we always had beer and cigarettes. He went on to build a lot of wealth in stocks, real estate, and general cash savings because he lived very frugally.
He met and married his wife in 2003. She also had a bit of cash and a property or two. She had no children and was over 50 so unlikely to have any. No family ties as her parents had long passed and her brother and she didn’t speak. They continued to accrue wealth and property.
We had a relatively normal relationship with my dad as adults. Until he got married. Then he didn’t need our company. He didn’t spend time with my kids at all. Couldn’t even tell you all their names, which does sound like a lot to ask but really it isn’t.
So he died. Prior to his illness and death they set everything up so that neither would have to deal with probate and everything they had went to the other.
We got nothing. And I know in the grand scheme of things we arent owed anything. But we did feel that we deserved something from him. He never thought once about us as children. He didn’t think once about us as adults. He also never thought he would get sick and die younger than 70. He was a health nut, work out freak. So now she benefits from the crap he dealt us and the treatment of our mother. It’s so sick and morbid how he acted all these years. Our mom died in October so it was a double emotional hit.
Im working on getting over it. But it’s still pretty raw.
My dad left my mom, my sister and I in 1976. We lived in poverty and squalor with our alcoholic mother who also had mental health problems. There was a revolving door of men, many times we didn’t have food or electricity or water, but we always had beer and cigarettes. He went on to build a lot of wealth in stocks, real estate, and general cash savings because he lived very frugally.
He met and married his wife in 2003. She also had a bit of cash and a property or two. She had no children and was over 50 so unlikely to have any. No family ties as her parents had long passed and her brother and she didn’t speak. They continued to accrue wealth and property.
We had a relatively normal relationship with my dad as adults. Until he got married. Then he didn’t need our company. He didn’t spend time with my kids at all. Couldn’t even tell you all their names, which does sound like a lot to ask but really it isn’t.
So he died. Prior to his illness and death they set everything up so that neither would have to deal with probate and everything they had went to the other.
We got nothing. And I know in the grand scheme of things we arent owed anything. But we did feel that we deserved something from him. He never thought once about us as children. He didn’t think once about us as adults. He also never thought he would get sick and die younger than 70. He was a health nut, work out freak. So now she benefits from the crap he dealt us and the treatment of our mother. It’s so sick and morbid how he acted all these years. Our mom died in October so it was a double emotional hit.
Im working on getting over it. But it’s still pretty raw.
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