“No, it’s ok. People need to know and I am ok with telling them. Jackie knew dad was in a nursing home for quite a while before he passed and didn’t tell us, she also knew he was in the hospital, dying, and didn’t tell us. Because of her selfishness she stole the only opportunity M and I had to see or say goodbye to our father. I can’t ever forgive her for that.”
This is what I sent to my father’s bio sister. Her response to me left me sobbing. It was his request, he didn’t want her to know either. So Jackie kept it from us.... I responded to his bio sister that I wasn’t his sibling, not his friend, niece or whatever… I was his fucking child and he died thinking I hated him. He was mentally sick and they stole the only opportunity my sister and I had to tell him yes, we loved him. Yes, we knew he loved us as best he could. That there were good times… Many bad too but the good far outweighed the bad. That we missed him.
He has been dead for 7 months. I am so angry and hurt, that I just don’t know what to do. I haven’t written in forever, but if I don’t get it out somewhere by I am going to say all of this to his bio sisters, and much more. What good will that do anyone.
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