It’s All I Can Do
I lost a relative on Monday. He was part of my extended family through marriage, but he was always very kind and helpful to me. When my Mom died 20 years ago, Ron and his wife Judy (died 2013) were my anchors, along with my partner Hal.
Hal and I have ordered trees planted in Ron’s memory and signed the guest ebook since we’re nearly 800 miles away from my hometown. It’s all we can do. I’ll wait to hear from his children, my cousins.
It’s a long story. Suffice it to say that I have never been close to my cousins due to their grandmother, my aunt. That woman was the prototype bitch from hell. She hated my Dad and me. Her presence tainted the relationship with my cousins, and it never recovered.
I grieve with and for my cousins. Time will tell if we have a chance to build a real extended family relationship. The ball is in their court. I hate to see deadlines, but after Ron is buried, I don’t see any reason to try anymore. I’ve done what I could, and it’s all I can do.