On the month of April 2011 my Father past away. He had been sick for a long time until he finally died. You hear a lot about what happens to a family when a family member dies but what ever I may have herd would never prepare me for what was to happen next. It was a chapter right out of Gerry Springer show . Through out my blog I have made no secret that I resented my father . Over the years I made several attempt to move my parents to Alberta so I could care for them in the old years. My Mom would use excuses like my dad can’t travel because of his legs or that she can’t leave Micheline my retarded sister alone in Ottawa. This used to make me very angry because I reasoned that they were retired it was easier for them to move here then for me to relocate and find work. Anyway through out the years I rarely phoned home . I stopped phoning after my divorce I think and even then it wasn’t very often. I used to phone my Mom when I had good news to tell the problem is over the years I rarely had anything good to talk about So I stopped phoning. The truth is our whole family was scattered across Canada and we rarely called. I loved my Mom but I blamed my Dad so I was too angry to call. Anyway my Dad died and the only reason I found out was that my niece posted it on Face book .My niece had always been there for them while most of us stayed away most likely because of our relationship with our dad or just plain our life circumstances . She had jumped the gun when my Dad was sick and in trying to help my Mom convinced her to sign over access to her bank account so she could help her. My Mom is 80% deaf and blind so this wasn’t malicious But this ignited a family reaction that shocked even me. When I arrived there I spoke to Nathaly my niece to get the story of what was going on then headed to my Mom’s place a block away. There was no response to the door caller so I went up with my two sons. When my older brother reluctantly open the door I walked into find my Mom hiding around the corner terrified to even approach me. Finally after a few minutes she came and hugged me and cried in my arms. Rehal went on and on how Nathaly had tried to kidnap My Mom delaying me while my older sister Danielle was to arrive because he had called her. Right away when she arrived she started with “who’s side are you on” and accusation of theft and kidnapping by My niece. The more I tried to speak to my Mom the more she would caution her away to sit somewhere else. It was unbelievable . Since I was'nt given any information about my Dad’s funeral I did'nt book the right time off from work . Believing that if I leave all will calm down and my Mom will be able to grieve and since the funeral would'nt be for another week , I decided not to stay for it. After one last unannounced visit I returned to Alberta leaving My Mom in the hands of my lunatic brother and my insanely in raged sister Danielle. I tried calling from Alberta only to find that my calls were being screened. Then I found out my youngest sister Jocelyne went to the funeral and was assaulted by other members of our family who were there. That’s when I decided to cancel my vacation and go directly to Ottawa and deal with this. When I got there my Mom had already been moved and her phone number changed. With the police help I was abel to get them a number that they called. The update they gave me was that my brother Real was gone to Montreal and that my Mom was moved to a home. She said she would call me when things settled down but hasn’t yet . My sister Danielle’s poison seem to have turned my Mom against me. My Mom inherited some money and land from her sister Evette when she passed away and my guess is that is the motivation behind Danielle’s pushing everyone out of my Mom’s life and out of her will. If my Mom never calls me I guess her funeral will be the last time I pay her a visit. As for my family , when my mom dies I am cutting ties with most of them who were involve in the terrible disrespectful behaviour after the passing of my father. I have yet to morn my fathers passing and maybe never will until this dark chapter on our family history is forgotten.
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