About 21 years ago, my Step-Father passed away from cancer, he was only 59 years old. Of course mom took charge of his wake and funeral and all went very well you ask me. But strange things happen when people die, others you haven’t seen in decades come swooping in from out of no where. When you first see them you go, Oh, they are his family or her family, which case it may be, and your glad to say hello and think of the dead in happier times.
Well, in this case, it was like strangers in the dark coming out of the blue. People we had no idea who they were popped in. As we fed them in our home, and grieved in peace strange things happened. These people we hadn’t seen in ages, started examining everything in the home, who’s this belong to they asked. Well I heard it a few times as they pointed at Dad’s piano and his truck outside and then other items in the house.
I think, they believed they could get something out of attending his wake. I tried hard not to say anything at all, figuring mom had it all under control, I was wrong. Mom was feeble herself and unable to fend off these vultures looking for a piece of Dad’s life for themselves. They circled around the house and in it looking at everything and asking who it all belonged to.
I hadn’t seen these people for decades and they lived no more than 30 minutes away, never once showing up for Holidays or anything else. Now they were circling around my parents home and looking for something to take with them. Finally as the vultures started to close in and pressure mom for items belonging to dad I stepped in. Mom had cancer too, and I wasn’t gonna let these vultures take her down. I stood up and looked at them all, and stopped them in their tracks. I told all of them, whats here is my mothers period, that’s who dad left it all to, and don’t any of you people even dream of taking a thing.
Later as they filed out the back door to leave past the black wreath of death on the door, they looked back each one with hungry eyes. I watched each go and stared back in disbelief, but made sure no one touched one thing. Isn’t it funny how people you haven’t seen all your life, pop up out of no where at a death and then want things they have no right to? Like a family of vultures circling a corpse on a desert floor they circled, but all they got was the buckshot in their asses of my saying don’t touch not yours!. Death is sad enough for people in families when one dies, we don’t need vultures like this around in life.
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