It looks like I am back but I am not sure it will be an everyday thing. A lot of things had happened since my last blog post.
First, My mother passed away last month on March 20th, 2025 when I got a phone call from the police department where she lives. The story goes that some senior living department down there called my mom several times and she didn’t answer the phone. So they called the police and when they got there, they found her dead. The local police officer had told me what had happened. The officer told me that they took the body to the funeral home. The funeral home didn’t call me for days, and I was a little bit concerned. I tried to get a hold of my brother, we both have the same mother and different fathers. He doesn’t have a cellphone and he is homeless. The other thing I learned about my brother about two or three years ago when my mother told me that my brother was diagnosed with bipolar. At first, he was doing some treatments but it seems like the plan fell apart for him and now currently, he doesn’t take anything for his bipolar. So finally, I called the police officer and asked him for a phone number from the funeral home that my mom was in. So from there, I took care of all of the arrangements. Today, April 17th, 20235 … my mother was buried in her town where she had resided for twenty plus years. She got her wish as being cremated as well. I didn’t go down there because it was too much for me to bear with four family members passed away in the span of three years.
Second, With the advise of my mother when she was alive, my friends, and a stranger told me that it would be BEST for me not to help my brother. When I tried to reach my brother, he had deactivated his Facebook account. I made a small post on Facebook that my mother passed away. Apparently I was friends with one of my brother’s friends. He got a hold of me and I told him what happened. My mom was the only source that my brother can reach out to. A few days later, he messaged me and asking me for money. I completely ignored his request and hoping that he would get the message. I asked my brother about anything of my mom’s final wishes like being cremated or being buried. He and I were on the same page that my mom would like to be cremated. So I told the funeral home what my mother’s final wishes were. I got a message from my brother about wanting money. I was in the bind and not knowing what to say in a simple term fashioned or words in his level. So I called my financial advisor and he gave me some advice on wordings and he was a good listener to me. So about an hour after that phone called, I messaged my brother on Facebook, and simply told him that he needs to take care of himself, and that I can’t give him any money. He was pissed. He went on and on about how selfish I was. I figured that his bipolar talking. In other words, he told me to go fuck myself. I figured he would said something like that. I completely ignored him and if he wants to to talk to me without needing any money, I am there for him on that. Something is odd about small towns, I am sure it because it the way it works for them. I got an email from the funeral home that they finally buried my mother. They sent me a picture and I asked them for a plot number so that I can relay the message to my brother. I told him in the Facebook Messenger, that our mom was cremated and buried. I gave him him the plot number. My brother replied back to me, go fuck yourself. I simply nodded and logged off Facebook.
Lastly, since my mother passed away, I tried to keep myself busy. I was doing some readings, did my family tree, played my games on my phone, watch old tv shows, old movies. I saw my therapist a few times. There were some nights where I stayed up until 230 in the morning and there some nights that I went to bed around midnight. I was in in a normal pace almost a year that my father passed away. It is going to be another hard climb for me to overcome with the death of my mother.
Thank you for your time reading this.
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