A Summation and a session of hostilities ... for now!
An albeit FINAL newsletter follow-up to, "One of the hardest/easiest things that I've ever had to do..." series newsletters here on my substack.
For now I’m gonna wrap up my hostilities towards my Siblings in relation to the late January 2024 passing of Our Mother.
It’s clear that we will never agree, no matter how hard we try, how hard that I try, and that’s okay. But in my heart and spirit at the moment I feel like that this is a matter that can wait … for now, and so I’ll just sum up a final point or two on things at this point.
It would be different had my siblings elected to reach out to me, a whole helluva lot better than they did, to circle the wagons, come together and see this process through LIKE A FAMILY, BUT THEY DIDN’T DO THAT by personal elections. That pisses me off BIG TIME. They aren’t stupid. But they’ve never experienced or had experience with such personal tragedy until now. I have. Yet they relied on others to see them through rather than me as their flesh and blood kin.
Rather than just simply do that and figure out HOW we press forward as a FAMILY post Our Parents they took it upon themselves to do two things; 1.) Make contact with, "total strangers to our family..." for advice and counsel. Something that royally pissed me off! 2.) Have a Memorial Service for Mom without my knowledge or say so and then send me some remains in a keepsake memory box. Nice box, but piss-poor decision making on their parts.
We aren’t stupid or retarded, but my siblings lost and have lost all sense of reality and rational thought process by electing to rely on the advice and counsel of strangers to our family dynamic. And as the eldest member of Our Parents Three Adult Children I ought to’ve gotten some kind of say. As we all should. Not Strangers to Us!
These people while nice and well-intentioned in their processes could give six shits from the late, great Charles Kuralt's, "Sunday Morning" on CBS News for ages and ages hence! No matter how sweet and well-intentioned that they may be. They’re strangers. They don’t know the day to day or the ends and outs of our family, our parents and what they wanted — what our mother wanted — in terms of last wishes or honoring things as requested. Imagine IF the roles were reversed and it was one of them at a loss and grief and coming to us for advice and counsel instead of circling the wagons with Family for the best steps forward?
And yet these folks took it upon themselves and my kid sister and baby brother gave them cart blanche and/or creative license to come in and do whatever the hell that they’ve wanted to. Sign off on shit. Ok shit. Just do whatever the fuck that they wanted and send me leftovers and scraps and the key to a lock on a U-Haul Storage Unit in Paducah, KY. USA filled to the rim with a whole bunch a shit that they didn't want.
But they do want the money associated with this madness alright! The trappings and trimmings that come with it, but they didn't want anything else. "You can't buy love," right?
But don’t complain they say, “you’ll ruin the lawsuit against United Airlines that we’ve got going … we’ll cover you on the back end just keep your mouth shut…”
Well, for now I’ll do just that, but not before I say one final bit, for now, of peace about things, and that is this: You people had NO BUSINESS WHATSOEVER interjecting yourself in mine and my family’s affairs. The affluence of, the mass manipulation of my siblings for the sake of the almighty dollar and your position in Kentucky politics is not only wrong its highly inappropriate and completely uncalled for. We didn’t — rather I didn’t say that you couldn’t have an opinion or to be sought after in the nature of legal advice and counsel, but what you did was the lowest form of humanity and ill-informed decision making that I’ve ever run across. And for that it will take me a long time to get over your decisions and interjecting of yourself in the life of my family in such grief and completely unexpected tragedy.
They’ll be much more to come, BUT for now that’s all I have to say about this process.
DEO VINDICE ET SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!!