Happy Monday, blogging pals! I’ve decided to try posting again once a week and see how it goes. Just a quick recap about what’s been going on. Well, my mother died in February. It wasn’t from COVID, so I was able to visit her in the ICU on her last day, even though she was unconscious and basically on life support. She and I hadn’t seen each other since before COVID and we hadn’t spoken since last spring. I attempted to call her a few times but she was either cold or eager to hang up. I tried again on January first of this year and half hoped she’d be happy to hear from me. Instead, she just asked if there was something I wanted and when I said I just wanted to wish her a happy hear ahead, she said “okay” and hung up. She stopped speaking to me or calling me last spring. How did this come about? I hold my last remaining member of that family responsible: my brother. Last April, I accidentally found out that my brother and his wife had taken my mother to a notary so she can sign the house over to them; the house that she had willed to the two of us to share equally, along with all her other assets. They didn’t finish the process that day because my mother was hesitant but they intended to eventually get to it. A huge blowout ensued between my brother and I. He told me it was none of my business and that he had no intention of sharing this home with me at market value. He felt he was entitled to do this and that he was going to pick it up at a very reduced price. I called my mother to find out what was going on and I could not get any information. After that, she was cold and distant towards me whenever I attempted to call her and she stopped calling me altogether. My brother and his wife did take the house in September 2020. And honestly, I don’t know if they ever gave my mother any money for it since there has been zero transparency. Now here’s something to think about: My mother was diagnosed with cognitive decline a few years ago. I took her to the geriatrics department at a Montreal hospital for testing and a few weeks later my brother took her for an MRI. Her health was declining and it was going to get worse over time. I ask myself how long after her official diagnosis did my brother devise this scheme to take her biggest asset for himself (at a bargain basement price or even for nothing) and remove me from the equation? They did all this in secret (no one knew they were working on getting the house) and they did it during the peak of the pandemic last spring...and when some borders were closed between my province and theirs. I’ll never know the truth. It’s been a difficult year in every which way, the worst of it being my mother’s total rejection. I went to the ICU to see her one last time the day before she died even though she was already basically gone. But I needed that closure. As for my brother and I, I have removed him completely from my life. With a sibling like that, who needs enemies. The level of betrayal and dishonesty is beyond fathomable. As far as I’m concerned, the whole family is now gone: parents and siblings. I grieve for the dead and I grieve for the living dead. I went through a very dark period but I’m in a much better place now.
And that’s what has been happening...
So...what’s been going on with all of you? Please share in the comments below! And now, let’s get to the funny stuff because that’s what keeps us all going. Enjoy...and have an amazing day!
