I haven't actually every posted on the nest, but I have been a on-again-off-again visitor of the knot. I didn't know where to post this though, but I wanted some advice, or maybe someone to explain to me why my mom is doing this. I know I am clouded by my anger, and that I should be able to step back and just let things go, but I feel as if her actions are preventing me from finding closure.
On April 23rd, the cops called my mom to inform her that they had found my dad. He had died of an accidental overdose in a hotel. My parents divorced about 6 months ago, and her actions since then have just...
I am so upset by the loss of my father, but I am also the oldest of four children. Me (22), my brothers (20 and 15), and a younger sister (17). I have had to be strong for them and not only that, but I have to sign all of the documents and call his work and do everything else that comes up because I am the next of kin. So, on top of dead week (the week before finals in college), I have to deal with the outfall of everything and studying for finals and arguing with my mom about the funeral.
Originally, my mom didn't want to make any decisions. She said she wanted a viewing, to which I am completely against. It is nothing against those who bevel in viewings, but our family has never done them and the last time I went to one I nearly passed out. They do not sit well with me and I just can't do this. My mom's response is that I am selfish and that I just want attention.
I finally agreed to the viewing and then the next thing I knew, she was planning a full church service afterward. My dad hated church. He hated to go, would grumble the entire way to church, and when we would leave he would knit pick everything that they would say. But, someone told my mom that since my dad did not leave a will, that she needed to plan this funeral as if it was her own. I told her that I did not agree with it, that it was not what dad would've wanted. I was so angry that she was disregarding who he was as a person, and so were my siblings.
Well, I finally told her to do what she needed to do. My dad wanted to be cremated (which we are doing) and then spread on the ocean. Those were his wishes. I finally had to tell my mom that I would not find closure until we completed my dad's wishes. She told me to stop being over-dramatic.
Then, on top of that she decided that we would have the viewing, transport my dad's body and casket to the church and have him placed at the front of the church because she wants "to get him as close to god as I can". My mom is not usually religious. She goes through bouts about once a year, getting preachy about how we all need to attend church as a family and become closer to god. I was so mad, and I called her to tell her how I felt. I told her that I felt as if she was pushing me away from my siblings because she knew how I felt about the casket with a body in it. I told her that I wished she would be more respectful of my dad and that I wanted to be there for my siblings. She got mad and hung up on me.
Finally, today I read the obituary. My mom wrote it without telling me or my siblings and she said "he is survived by his beloved wife and friend" I was actually hurt and angry when I read this. First, she never said anything to us or asked us our opinions. Secondly, she was his ex-wife, although recently. The fact that she has told people over and over again that she was his wife is something that makes me angry and frightens me. I told her that she needed to stop, that she would get in trouble because if someone does not know my dad was divorced and she receives information that she was not supposed to have access to then she could end up in trouble with the law, and we have already lost our dad.
I wish she would respect me. I wish she would respect my dad. The day after my dad died, she said that she wanted us all to work together because she and her siblings didn't talk for years after my grandparents died. She said that people needed to be respectful of each other and she is not doing that. After these past few weeks, the one thing that I continue to think is that I now understand why people refuse to speak with family for years sometimes.