Three weeks after I went to visit my dad, we got the call that dad wasn’t doing well. My brother and I decided to make another trip to Arkansas to visit him one last time. It was not a good visit. Dad was unconsious the entire time we were there. We drove the entire way from WI to AR only to visit him for a few hours and we didn’t even get to talk to him. The wicked step-mother was in full bloom now that dad’s no longer able to stand between us.
We arrived home from our whirlwind trip to AR on May 2nd only to rest a few hours and get a phone call in the morning from dad’s pastor that he had shipped off to heaven. The wicked witch couldn’t even bother with giving us a call. I can’t believe it’s only been one year since we first got the news that dad had cancer. After the long trip to AR, my brother and I had to make another trip back and neither of us could manage to drive for more than 2 hours at a time. We were both exhausted when we got back to AR.
The step-mother was so horrid the entire time I was there. We got to dad’s house while she was out running errands and found her family there. These were people I’d grown up with when I was a kid as they were part of my church, they were very nice to me and made me very welcome. Damn! It’s my daddy’s house why shouldn’t I feel welcome there? But all that changed once the witch arrived home – she was not happy that we were there but she preteneded to be nice for a bit. Then she made it clear that we should leave to go to the hotel. That was the last time I was allowed to set foot in my dad’s home.
The funeral she ignored me and was rude the entire time. The funeral director was very much aware of the tension and did everything she could to make things better for my brother and I; I will never forget her kindness. The ground where they were burrying dad was muddy so they didn’t let us have a graveside service – after the meal I went out and saw where they put him. I miss him so much; I can’t believe he’s gone.
My brother and I went to dad’s home and the witch allowed my brother to take what dad had left him but I wasn’t allowed in the house and she told me that she’d never give me anything dad wanted me to have. I’m so heartbroken – it was a long horrible day.
We spent mother’s day on the road driving home and finnally got back to my house at 2 am and then was back on the road again by 11 to take my brother home where he had to deal with his fiance’s father being on his death bed as well. Most of my kids have strep-throat and everyone is exhausted. We need some time to rest and recuperate. After all the time we spent with my brother I’ve been missing him so much the last few days, I sure wish we lived closer so we could be together more often.