I had hoped I was done with this 5h1t
I just got off the phone with my mom. I've been pursuing a couple of heirlooms left to my son and I from when Pop died. Namely, two 'award' buckles he had received for skeet championships. My sister had taken them the day of the funeral 'to scan'. That was almost exactly 18 months ago. My mom has been half-heartedly pursuing them since; almost always when I remind her. My family breathed its last gasp insofar as this current generation goes during that period, as some of you longer-term readers recall. Now...just now...not twenty minutes ago, I came to learn that the same (evil, selfish, fucked up) sister has abscounded with the balance of my father's ashes. See, I had taken about a fourth of his ashes up to Black Rock and received permission from Crimson to send Pop up when The Man burned last year. It was the most organic thing I could do, plus it was kind of cool for my dad to (finally) make it to Burning Man and get a front row seat for the main attraction.
That's it, guys. I am so out of this latest piece of bullshit from my sister. I'm going to let them sort it out. How can somebody who has always held his family in closer regard than his own life end up with such fucked up people related by blood?
That's it, guys. I am so out of this latest piece of bullshit from my sister. I'm going to let them sort it out. How can somebody who has always held his family in closer regard than his own life end up with such fucked up people related by blood?