My brother died…

Yesterday, sometime of a stroke

https://www.leonard-mullerfh.com/obituary/Jeffrey-Ogden

I am continually amazed at some things.

J was 2 yrs younger than me. We have not spoken to each other since our father died 12 yrs ago. Well, other than a nod of the head in recognition and the utterance of a first name.

Families hurt each other; sometimes, intentionally, sometimes not. 12 yrs ago, it was intentional. I took a stand cutting off contact. This was not a petty discussion his words hurt my children. To this day, it changed things for them. You do not tell adopted children they cannot come to Chistmas because they don’t deserve to be there. You can not tell adopted children they don’t belong. It does not matter that they are mostly adults it still hurts.

Then it was decided by him and my sister P to move my mother…I was not told. They distributed my mother’s belongings, and I was not told. My mother died, and I was not told. They, of course, will say we told your eldest child who, in turn, was given the duty to tell me. What kind of people tell someone’s child (alibet adult) to pass on a death message. That is something I should have done as a mother to comfort a child. Yet again, that is how they chose to do things.

I am not innocent in all this. I could have been a bigger person, and perhaps if this had been the only thing I would have been.

My deepest sympathy to his wife D and children L, B, & E as well as their families.

May he rest in peace. Pray for his soul.