I just spent three hours on the phone with Jan. The first thing she did was tell me about my JW sister and my fundamentalist brothers trying to convert her and tell her what to do about Dad and finances and things. I told her up front to relax and not worry because I would do none of those things. We talked about how divisive the fundy type beliefs are and she told me JW's are a cult in her opinion. Jan is British and she told me she is proud to be Anglican and that now that Dad had passed away she thinks she will visit the little Episcopal/Anglican church down the road. We children were raised in the Episcopal or Anglican church. She and I agreed we liked the Anglican lack of need to save or convert people.
We talked about many things and she sounded relieved and empowered. At the end of the call she told me of all the kids I am the only one who is sane or approaching normal.
Dad is being cremated. He doesn't want a service, which upset my two fundy brothers. In a few months she says she and her friends will take his ashes up in the mountains and maybe put the ashes over some waterfall. I told her I will make an online memorial for him at FindAGrave.com like I made for Mom and my brother Cory. I told her she could send me a picture of his final resting place and I will post it to the memorial.
I am very tired and need to get some rest. I forgot to call my boss and tell her that Dad died. I am scheduled to work in the morning. I am debating about calling off. It's only a three hour shift.
I know the exact circumstances of his death and she says it was peaceful and in his sleep. He was sitting in the recliner and she thinks it happened while she stepped out on the porch to have some ice water around a quarter til 7 last night.
I told her that all I want is a copy of our geneology and family pictures, especially one of Daddy and me when I was in the 4th grade. She told me she knows exactly where it is and that he has carried it around with him all these years. She told me he always called me his babydoll and princess. I really just wish I could have a good cry. I need to cry.