Your mother was a shining star in a sky of black velvet night. She was vivacious and kind, there was no other woman like her on this earth. When you were born, everything changed. Her purpose in life shifted and she catered to your every need. You were the light of her life from the moment you were born until her last breath. When you first stuck that needle into your eager, waiting flesh, you were still the light of her life. When she took out a second mortgage to get you a shorter prison sentence for the second time, you were still the love of her life. When you married the woman you would put before her and the rest of your family, you were still an angel in her eyes. When the cancer became too much, and she drifted from this world to something much more beautiful, you were still her perfect baby boy.
After all of the trespasses against your mother and your sister, you still held each other tight in her final moments. My heart hurts for you. I cannot imagine losing my mother. I cannot imagine the greed that overcame you next.
Don't you realize your mother is still watching? She saw you when you took your nephew by the neck and choked him over a conversation about money. She saw you at the funeral when you made a scene about the seating. She saw you at the reception when you rejected the beautiful bouquet of flowers your sister made for you and your new family. She saw you when you locked your sister out of your mothers house, her inherited china and valuables inside. She saw you when you apologized only to get your sister to sign something that would release a large sum of money to you. She saw you when you felt the need to tell your niece "I'm not a monster." She saw you when you harassed your sister about your mothers headstone, because you wanted more money left over. She saw you when the ties were officially severed between brother and sister, uncle and niece, uncle and nephews.
In the wake of a tragedy, we hold each other close. Which you did, until your greed kicked in. Your enabler died, does that mean money is your enabler now? Family falls to the wayside and all that matters to you are things? Your mother would be disgusted. Not surprised, but disgusted. I only knew her for a short time, but I knew her well enough to know that you have tarnished her bright, beautiful memory with selfishness.
I don't hope you relapse. I don't hope your marriage falls apart. I don't hope you go broke. I do hope that the weight of everything you have done comes crashing down on you. I do hope you can forgive yourself once it does. I do hope that you will begin to honor your mother in the way she deserves. Most of all, I hope that you will attempt to be the man that she saw you as. I hope you strive every day to be the son that she deserved.
You may not realize it, but as of now, you are dead to your family. The years of selfishness have taken too much of a toll. This family has had enough. I could list every injustice, but that's not my point. And someone may read this and wonder why I'm being so harsh. I don't care, you know what you've done.
Goodbye. Find peace.
By the way, you don't deserve that Christmas village for the simple fact that you screamed and yelled and cussed at your mother every time she asked you to put it up.
