It was hard enough learning of my dad's passing and then learning that my brother and I were the last to know. I was told by my cousin, calling from my sister's home where my dad had passed, that there would NOT be a funeral, memorial or celebration of his life as he did not want that and wanted to be cremated. We could live with that. Then I learned from a cousin in Michigan on Thursday that there was going to be a celebration of my dad's life at my sister's on Saturday (yesterday). I phoned my brother to make sure he knew so he could be there. There just was no way I could make it as I am not allowed to fly due to still having a double fusion and the doc doesn't want the neck snapped as could happen with takeoff/landing. My brother went and when I spoke with him this evening, he told me that my son and daughter were there. I found that exceedingly interesting since NO ONE bothered to tell me!
To say that I am hurt, is an understatement. If I had known earlier in the week, I could have driven there. Would have had to stay in a hotel as I am not welcomed in my sister's home and no longer have a desire to stay with an Aunt who I had stayed with before. She would always call me and let me know when my dad was in the hospital, although not always in a timely manner. She has been strangely silent with me and my brother; while all the rest of the family - cousins, aunts, friends of the family, etc., were notified. What hurts even more is that my children did not mention this service to me. Perhaps they thought I knew. Oh well, I can't change what has happened, nor can I change my sister or the rest of the family's attitude towards me. Thankfully, my brother still wishes to keep contact and even he can't believe how they are behaving. Time's like this should bring families together not thrust them apart.