October 13, 2019
After my last Journal post, I thought I would have integrated some of the police report with my failed memory of what occurred that bloody awful night that pre-empted my divorce, but it just hasn’t felt like it’s time. So, I will put all of that on the back burner until that knowing hits.
This evening, October 13th, a full moon, no less, I realize now, that it has been nearly 6 months to the day, since the death of my dear brother, Nate . If you wish to read about that sad time, read here.
The picture below may have been for modeling, or taken for fun, but the photographer looks seriously professional. Who really knows? What I do know is that this photograph was taken before my mum married my father.
Why am I bringing this up? Well, I suppose this is because I just acquired this photograph, because of a very sad occasion. My older brother, the deemed Executor of the Will was recently in town to divide the rest of Nate’s possessions that he had inherited from my parents: silver from their wedding, paintings my mom did during the course of her life and the family pictures that spans decades.
Fighting, suspicion, blaming, arguing, one-up-man ship, all come into play when an inheritance is involved in my family. I don’t really think there is a conscious effort on their part to be aware of their thoughts and behaviors to change.
I will write more on this later, as I am still processing what happened over the weekend. Here is a post about something I remember my mother having to go through with her siblings when their parents became old and my mom’s siblings could not agree on anything.