my Dad passed away in 1995. I held his hand and told him that I loved him, I hope he heard me. It was so strange going back to his house and he wasn’t there. The next day we made his funeral arrangements, everyone was arguing over ridiculous stuff. I left and walked back to the house. Our family has to be one of the most dysfunctional families I have ever known. Really sad. Everyone is afraid someone is going to get a little bit ahead of them. Who cares?? I don’t. It would be so much better if we could get along, but that will never happen. That’s how we were raised, pitted one against the other. Life is way too short to be fussing and fighting but there are some people who are so narcissistic they can’t see the forest for the trees…..thanks but no thanks
Jane is a Widow 