I haven't posted much of late because I work a lot. I certainly have not started a thread for a long time and this will be my first in this forum. This week sucked and I have to get it off my chest. When you read, this is no BS either, this is all true.
I have been living on my Moms couch for a month because she has been terminally ill. It was a rough time but would not give it up for the world. On Friday of last week she passed. Before her body was in the hearse my sister and her husband stole over $1500 cash out of her house. When I approached her about it she acted as if she meant to tell me. Then within an hour later after I had left, came back and stole her death box that had everything in it. I went irate and things have not been good.
The next day I was at the funeral home making arrangements for my mom and my sister was there. The pastor was there also and asked if we could step into a room and discuss the tension in the air. We did and I got so heated at my thieving sister I was about to go after her husband and things got real. Anyway, I wont go too much into that because it would be me just talking chest out (come at me bro) type stuff.
Rest of week trying to get things in motion to take care of my moms estate has been horrible. My mom made us joint executors which I begged not to be but she insisted that I be an executor out of fear of my sister trying to rip me off. I disagreed and told her I thought her fears were a little out there but she was correct. She definitely knew her better than me.
So anyway, as the week goes on and I have to deal with a money hungry sister we finally get all the family to Ohio and we get the viewing done Thursday evening and then today was the funeral. Everything went great. We close the casket and say our goodbyes. We put her in the hearse and head to the cemetery. As we approach the gravesite I noticed it was awful close to my fathers grave (who was divorced from my mother and remarried). The hearse stopped and I knew it was a problem. The graveyard had dug up the wrong grave. They dug up the grave for my step mom (who is still alive) thinking it was her. Therefore, now here is all the family and friends to lay mom to rest, with no grave. Now, we are going to do this all again Monday.
I really hate this. My Mom went through so much with this cancer. She finally passed from the fight and this happens. Yes, I know its just a body and the spirit is gone. However, This really upsets me. This kind of thing is something you would see in a bad movie.
I have been living on my Moms couch for a month because she has been terminally ill. It was a rough time but would not give it up for the world. On Friday of last week she passed. Before her body was in the hearse my sister and her husband stole over $1500 cash out of her house. When I approached her about it she acted as if she meant to tell me. Then within an hour later after I had left, came back and stole her death box that had everything in it. I went irate and things have not been good.
The next day I was at the funeral home making arrangements for my mom and my sister was there. The pastor was there also and asked if we could step into a room and discuss the tension in the air. We did and I got so heated at my thieving sister I was about to go after her husband and things got real. Anyway, I wont go too much into that because it would be me just talking chest out (come at me bro) type stuff.
Rest of week trying to get things in motion to take care of my moms estate has been horrible. My mom made us joint executors which I begged not to be but she insisted that I be an executor out of fear of my sister trying to rip me off. I disagreed and told her I thought her fears were a little out there but she was correct. She definitely knew her better than me.
So anyway, as the week goes on and I have to deal with a money hungry sister we finally get all the family to Ohio and we get the viewing done Thursday evening and then today was the funeral. Everything went great. We close the casket and say our goodbyes. We put her in the hearse and head to the cemetery. As we approach the gravesite I noticed it was awful close to my fathers grave (who was divorced from my mother and remarried). The hearse stopped and I knew it was a problem. The graveyard had dug up the wrong grave. They dug up the grave for my step mom (who is still alive) thinking it was her. Therefore, now here is all the family and friends to lay mom to rest, with no grave. Now, we are going to do this all again Monday.
I really hate this. My Mom went through so much with this cancer. She finally passed from the fight and this happens. Yes, I know its just a body and the spirit is gone. However, This really upsets me. This kind of thing is something you would see in a bad movie.
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