My Uncle Frank and Aunt Marie are wonderful people. I remember when I was very young, we would go visit them once in a while. Frank is my dad's oldest brother. His baby brother John and his sister Mary Julia have both passed on from this world. That leaves Frank and Dad. Only Frank and Dad don't speak. They haven't been on good terms for over forty years!
Frank Dad
My dad's side of the story... well, it's really not important. Let's just say it's one of those 'when a parent dies and has stuff to leave behind' kind of situations. Yeah, Dad felt like he got ripped off. I don't really know all there is to know, so I can't really say he's wrong. I just know there's a whole lotta stuff around his place that belonged to my grandfather.
What I do know for certain, is that my grandparents' hearts would be broken. I guess it's one of the blessing of having an only child... sorta... I hope I never see the day that my daughter will be not speaking to Mr J's son or daughter. It means a lot to me to have them all together.
Mr J and the kids, Christmas 2007
Today, their feud is over. My Uncle Frank passed away this morning. He had been going down hill for a while. We urged Dad to call him. He had nothing to say. Sad. He lost his brother years ago, and now, he will never again have the chance to get him back.
