Found Out Like a Stranger…
I am angry and sad tonight. I need to vent..
Tonight, I was talking to my neighbor about a death in his family, and while looking up the notice, I found my aunt’s death notice. My actual aunt. My uncle’s wife. A woman who was part of my childhood. She lived with Granny Frass. She was always there, part of the noise and bustle of my growing-up years.
And nobody thought I needed to know.
Not a call. Not a text. Not a word.
And the worst part? Bully knew. Franny knew.
They sat on it.
Deliberately.
I rang my cousin in absolute shock, stumbling through my condolences. I was genuinely upset, not just for the loss, but for the sheer cruelty of being left out. And it turns out, Saul( my other brother) didn’t know either. He was pissed, as he bloody should be.
And then, the kicker.
These same so-called family members who didn’t even have the decency to let us know… were front row and center at the funeral. Dressed in their best, faces set, like butter wouldn’t melt in their mouths. Mourning publicly while stabbing family quietly in the back. Bloody hypocrites.
I am so angry I can barely type.
What kind of cold, two-faced people do this? What kind of twisted, bitter, power-hungry cowards decide who gets to grieve and who doesn’t? Who gets included and who gets ghosted like they never existed?
It’s not grief that breaks families, it’s this.
This petty, poisonous behavior rots a family tree from the inside out.
And let me be crystal clear:
I see you.
Every one of you playing the holy mourner at the top of the church steps while deliberately excluding people you didn’t think mattered enough to tell.
You’re not fooling anyone worth a damn.
I don’t want your apologies.
I don’t want your half-arsed excuses.
I want you to own your nastiness and wear it proudly, because God knows, you earned it.
Tonight I’ve been reminded why I keep my distance.
And you can be damn sure I’ll be calling it out from now on.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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