I'm exhausted. I have to go back to work and don't want to but life does go on. My manager had the nerve to fucking call me on the day of the funeral to ask when I was coming back because they need people and the iphone is coming out etc. I was in the car with my aunt and my nephew. We were driving to the cemetery to bury my brother. It took a lot of effort not to flip the fuck out and start screaming into the phone. My manager has no people skills. Doesn't give a shit about anybody's personal situation. She knew when the funeral was. No decent person would have called someone on the day they were burying a family member like that.
The funeral is finally over. The entire thing was wrong. His wife had it at her church that my brother hated. He didn't want to have a funeral to begin with. She doesn't care about anything but appearances. We gathered at her house (in the trailer park...) and I got to see his big screen tv and living room furniture sitting in there. I did get to meet my aunt Bernice in person. She and my father came down from California. The eulogy was absurd. The preacher was talking about some shit about how we never know when god will come calling and you have to get your life right so you can be ready at all times and all that crap. Didn't speak about my brother's life. Could have at least spoken about his honorable service to the army and the fact that he was a father and husband. I was so pissed. I'm just glad its over and done with.
I got to see a lot of people I hadn't seen in a long time and most of them I barely remembered. Most of the people who spoke for him were women. I'm not surprised since he liked the ladies. He will be missed and I loved him so much.
Goodbye bro.
I went to view my brother's body. It didn't even look like him. He seemed so small. He wanted to be cremated but his wife didn't want to do it. Says she wanted a grave for her kids to visit. She doesn't seem to get that he can still have a grave. She makes me sick. I wish he had divorced her. They weren't even together and from what his friends told me she ransacked his apartment the day he died and took everything of value.
I got a call today that nobody ever wants to get. My mom called me at 3a.m. telling me my brother was dead. Some rat bastards jumped him in a parking lot. When they knocked him down they shot him in the back of the head with a shotgun. They wanted to rob him. He was set up by some girls who he helped out. They told these guys he had over 3 grand on him which is stupid. He has 4 fucking kids, is retired military, and was not currently working. They got all of 200 bucks he had on him. His life was apparently worth that much. Something he would have given away if you asked him for it but he isn't going to stand there and do nothing if you try to rob him. I hope those cocksucking motherfuckers turn up floating in the river.