A Life Not Lived and The Missing Sentence
My sister died last week; I had not seen her since probate court where she walked off with my parents’ entire estate. That’s where you learn that probate is about convenience and not justice. I felt she had stolen my parents from me. (Probate Court is a US system for dealing with assets of the dead.)
3 years later she died of covid, she had 4 co-morbidities. Normally it takes 21 days after covid diagnosis to die from covid, she went in 5 days. She had issues to say the least, not to mention the dysfunction she caused for decades in the family. I’m not writing this to get back at her, but you should get the point she caused a lot of pain. She was smart, very smart, a quick and facile mind that would just look at complex puzzles and see the solution. But the dysfunctions she created sapped the energy out of the family, it was always, “well what do we do with….”.
When it came time for the obituary, I realized how very difficult it is to write an obituary for some who gave up on life. She was born, went to school, worked for a while then waited till, she died. When you write an obituary you are trying to fit a life in a paragraph. A sum of a life. Hers was difficult to write. Born, Schooled, Worked, Died and a short bible verse at the end.
She was religious in an Old Testament way; her God was an avenging God. Her life was…
