My mom died on Christmas a few years ago. It wasn't particularly sad, as she had been very ill and had no quality of life, nor would she ever regain any true quality of life, either. She had been bed ridden for over a month and would have continued to be so has she not passed when she did.
When she passed, we received a call from my brother, JC, around 6:30 pm informing us of her passing. We immediately made plans to drive out to California. Now, the drive out there is a fine drive...in the summer, but not in the middle of winter! But, plane tickets for myself and my family were out of the question. I mean, who has $3000 to drop on plane tickets?!? So, driving out there was our only solution. Luckily for us, the drive out there was uneventful. We made it in about 18 hours. Talk about a long drive!
My father had her cremated and we had a nice family get together with some of her siblings. A few said they just couldn't make the time in their schedule to come by, but oh well. That's their loss, eh?
This was the last time I saw my family. December of 2011. My father hasn't called in years, forgetting about his grandsons' many birthdays and Christmas'. These are his only grandchildren, that I know of. To be able to throw them away so easily disgusts me.
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The Story of Me: An Autobiography
Não FicçãoThis is my story. I thought that perhaps I should share it, for whatever reason. If you enjoy it, let me know. If you don't enjoy it, let me know. If you have questions or comments about it, please let me know! . Now, I'm by no means the best author...
