March 20, 2005
one week later
I had supper this evening with my brother, his wife, my Uncle Virgil and my Aunt Peggy. Them was good fixins, too--- roast beef, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy, cole slaw, biscuits and more gravy. Peggy also had some kind of pastry for dessert, but my brother and I don't eat desserts, so we passed on that and retired to the back porch... mama's back porch.
My brother and I talked, not seriously, just kinda flirting around the edge of the subject.
We buried mama a week ago. We're gonna have to settle the estate. He asked my permission to give a bunch of stuff to my mama's best friend, Lois, who stayed with mama during her last days. "C'mon, Dave," I said. "Lois can have anything in this house she wants. In fact, I'll haul it to Tennessee for her. That woman is a saint. I damn sure ain't gonna bitch about it, not after everything she did for mama."
My brother knew that before he asked, but he's a lawyer, so he went through the necessary motions. "I just wanted to make sure," he replied. By damn, but I love him.
My brother and I don't spend a lot of time together and we don't run in the same circle of friends. But I KNOW him, and he KNOWS me. I couldn't possibly find a better brother if I tried to order one from a catalogue. It's just the two of us now--- mama and dad are gone--- and we are bound by hillbilly blood and a trust forged over many a year.
I've seen what some families do in this situation, and I found it ugly to behold. We WILL NOT do that. Not me and not Dave. We were raised better than that. And I would take a bullet for him to this day.
Hell, I stand to inherit some money. I should be celebrating. But I'm not, because I never wanted the money. I'd spend it all RIGHT NOW to have mama back.
Sorry, but I sometimes get maudlin when my belly is full and I've got a lot on my mind.
Your Dad and Mom raised two good boys. You two should be lucky, when money is left in some families, I have seen brothers and sisters fight like cats and dogs over a small amount of money. In my family and you know me well, I was left a little land and money from my uncle Eddie, the one that made shine for 50 years in Bulloch county and never got caught, his wife and son fucked me out of it. I got a fucking fashlight and a Bible, and the flashlight did not work. You are both very lucky to have had a Mom and Pop like yours, I knew both of them, very good down to earth prople.
You aren't maudlin at all.....you are grieving the right way, Lad !!
I never met your brother, but I like him already.
Your brother is a good man. Even if he's a lawyer.
You don't need to apologize to us A-man, I think most of us can relate to where you are at.
Your brother sounds alright in my book. Your mom did a good job on both of you.
I have already told my parents to give it all to my brother and sister. I was a hellion of a yute. My bro and sis deserve it more than me.
...just glad you actually ate something.
I'm real sorry to hear about your Mama. Lost mine the same way. You don't get over it, you just get on with it.
Oh absolutely great you have mentioned it on your web site, so now your ex-wife will know you are going to come into some money. And she will go after it as your income has increased, she will want the child support payments lifted.
Please forgive the presumptiousness of this but in my family they started fighting over things BEFORE the loved one died. I got word while I was in Viet Nam that my Father had passed and I started home almost immediately. All I had was my dress white uniform and by the time I had reached Pennsylvania some thirty six continous hours later I was tired, sad,freezing my butt off and no one had come to the airport to pick me up. I explained my situation to a independant cabbie and that stranger took me all the way home about 50 miles from the airport. When I walked into my home there was a shitstorm going on over my Fathers possesions and I tweaked and threw all the relatives out on their ear. When my wifes grandmother passed her family went way out of their way to be sure that the other got more than they did. I suppose that is the difference between humans and heathens. I am so proud to see that you are a human and you are definately in my prayers.
Key stole my thought. Stop that, woman!
I think everyone understands!~ I was off visiting my Mom when everything happened but, I want you to know that I was thinking about you!
I hope you will find some comfort and peace of mind!