So last Saturday, about 5:15p, Rosi died…..she
was the mom of some of my friends that I met in childhood..she was 77 and a
diabetic and overweight and probably had a heart attack
I am unable to attend the funeral, but was
there at the most important time in her family’s life, at her death
A couple of things:
First I was feeling bad that I couldn’t make
the funeral….but now I see that this is the time for the family to actually get
their collective shit together and take care of one another
Second, the youngest child, he will be
wracked with guilt….i told him that he needed to move back closer to home…instead,
he started a business
Thirteen months ago the father had a medical
emergency while on a family trip….the youngest child fell right-the-fuck-apart…..it
was the big-ass clue life was sending him to move…but his selfish fear of
dealing with ANY type of confrontation has now left him with the memories from
thirteen months ago and what could have been
I guess what I’m saying is, when life sends
you a clue, be sure to figure out what it means to your life and move forward with
it in a positive manner
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