When we stopped talking, it hurt every day and there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't miss him. My dad was my hero all thru my early life. After a year, he stopped speaking to me, then his dad, and finally his mom.
The next day my dad stopped speaking to my aunt, his sister, with whom he'd had a super close relationship since childhood. At his wedding reception there were horrible comments made about my uncle. My stepmother had feuds with, and didn't speak to any of her siblings or relatives, even her only daughter spent most of her adult life cut off - SM only spoke to her mother and very rarely. I wasn't told until July 8th after he'd been cremated and everything was done.Īfter telling us he'd met someone and asking what we thought, he remarried in 1980 with the entire family in attendance and happy. My dad died on July 2 after being in the hospital for heart failure for a week.
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