When I am thinking about my titles for WordPress, I like to keep them simple with three words or one word. But as I was looking for something to go with Funeral, Families & _____. I typed in google those words and came across this neat article it was called “Keeping Families together when the glue is gone.” I have included the link below in case it would help someone. I needed it, so glad I found it by accident.
But what brought me to this point was, I attended a funeral today. I knew her kids. She had 2 boys and 1 girl. The girl I got to know most recently as she was the caregiver and a nun and she moved in to take care of her mother. I got acquainted with her at the library where I worked.
The other reason we knew each other, was because my mother was secretary for her father and later the son (her brother) when he took over the business. The one son was in the same class in school as I was. The other son ran the business that my mother was secretary for over 30 years or more not sure how long she worked for them.
The interesting part was mom was very close to this family. She gave them gifts at Christmas time. I had heard neat stories about their children that mom shared with us over the years she worked there. I had never met them.
Today I went up and introduced myself. I told them I was daughter of Peggy. They all expressed their love for my mother. They thought she was sweet, kind and they had special feeling for her, like she was part of their family.
But one person surprised me with his reaction, he said when he was in high school he could not understand how two people didn’t live with each other for 15 years. My mother and father were separated for 15 years. My father walked out and went to live in another city. I explained to him today that dad was an alcoholic. That was all I had to say, he seemed to understand that and we didn’t say anything more about dad. What can one say, its his choice. But he was glad that I came up to him. I saw both of his parents and they both sent their love to my mother. She would have been there if she could have.
I have been thinking about his reaction to their separation. He came from a loving family, and he was probably too young to understand why two people would be separated for 15 years. He said he could not wrap his brain around this. I wonder how many other children think about a parent that leaves them behind.
I remember meeting a social worker that said it was better to come from a broken home then to live in one. I often wished my mother would have left dad sooner. My daughter had a good summary of this situation, she said they were both good people but they rub each other like sandpaper.
I guess some people are like that – some have better brains then suffering it out.