I have an “aunt” who, when her father died, omitted my mother from the obituary (her sister and his daughter), on purpose…. She was bitter because she chose to soley take care of her father in the later years, bitter that others would not help her cash her father’s Social Security checks, I mean, help take care of him.
Amazing how some people can publicize their incompetence and show such a willful disregard for siblings and good common sense.
The funny thing is, she used to be wonderfully awesome. She offered me my first chance to smoke pot (I didn’t inhale of course). What happened, one’s guess?
What’s funnier? Her brother Michael, an MBA and former executive of Chrysler sided with her. There are not many times in one’s life where one can say, “it was on this day we were no longer family”. Fortunately and sometimes unfortunately, I have the uncanny luck in life to experience the peculiar. This is one of those rare times it is unfortunate.
I think her name is Janice Holman, Janice Tubbs or Janice Bessinger, no one really knows at this point, I prefer to call her by her given name, “Ass“.
As a side note, I do not want to detract from the passing of Louis Bessinger, my grandfather. I enjoyed my years knowing him and while he was distant as my children grew up, I cherished creating a memorial site to his name. A site that his son and daughter (Janice and Mike, never visited).
We learn from our lives and the histories of others. I hope in my life people can at least say, I have been a good father, parent, brother and husband.