This is an interview with Julian Lennon from March 18th 1999 with Dini Petty. He speaks of his new album, his TRUE feelings of Yoko Ono, Sean Lennon, Paul M...
It’s common in non celebrity families as well. When someone dies it’s like everyone decides to be as shitty as possible to the ones who were closest to the deceased.
When my mom died her family broke into my house and took everything. My dad was left with nothing to remember her by. It was horrible. These were the same people who refused to talk to her for months prior to her death. Then they had the audacity to blame my father and I for her death. Like motherfuckers if you would have answered her calls at least once you’d know she was in severe physical pain when she died. It had nothing to do with us.
It’s not talked about a lot, but neuropathy kills all the time.
Fuck dude, I’m sorry for your loss and the shitty aftermath you had to deal with when you were grieving. I hope you and your father have found peace and happiness and that you don’t have contact with those vultures at all anymore.
They don’t even have to be dead yet for this shit to happen.
We have a relative in a home in serious cognitive decline. We kept their stuff with his sibling. Friends are asking ‘what about the valuable X/Y he had’, ‘does he have much money in the bank?’ etc. Parasites seem to come out of the woodwork at these times. It’s disgraceful.
Yeah, the older I get, I’m kinda glad that nobody in my family has much.
When my mom’s mom passed, she left everything to my mom (and like a dollar each to her two sisters), but honestly, it wasn’t much at all. A mess of debt and paperwork to sort out and a house in terrible shape. Her sisters were hurt at first but realized they weren’t missing out, and they still have a decent relationship, especially after my mom told them that she was willing to talk about sharing/giving them anything they wanted.
Now, years later, my parents (and my sister and I, and with help from pros) totally gutted and renovated the house and my parents just sold it earlier this year. My mom has said repeatedly that she wants to give her sisters as well as my sister and I some of the money from the house, but honestly I don’t really care about the money at all. If I get anything I’ll probably save it toward a down payment on a house of my own someday, but if I never see a dime, it’s no big deal.
On the other side, when my dad’s dad passed, he was similarly laid back about things, but his sister got really bold and rude about claiming lots and lots of stuff, and it only got worse when my grandma moved out of her house into assisted living.
Now that house is almost ready to sell as well, and she’s already asking about her share (of the house my parents did everything with). She’s even hoarded the lions share of housewares, appliances, etc. too, which are sitting in boxes in her storage unit, even as my sister and I both were buying those same things over the past several years as we established our own homes.
Really, the only things I have from the house are two pieces of furniture (which my aunt wanted but wouldn’t fit in her storage unit), one small set of glass dishes, some mixing bowls, and my grandpap’s old favorite coffee mug. I think of him every time I use it, and that’s all that really matters to me.
It’s common in non celebrity families as well. When someone dies it’s like everyone decides to be as shitty as possible to the ones who were closest to the deceased.
When my mom died her family broke into my house and took everything. My dad was left with nothing to remember her by. It was horrible. These were the same people who refused to talk to her for months prior to her death. Then they had the audacity to blame my father and I for her death. Like motherfuckers if you would have answered her calls at least once you’d know she was in severe physical pain when she died. It had nothing to do with us.
It’s not talked about a lot, but neuropathy kills all the time.
Fuck dude, I’m sorry for your loss and the shitty aftermath you had to deal with when you were grieving. I hope you and your father have found peace and happiness and that you don’t have contact with those vultures at all anymore.
They don’t even have to be dead yet for this shit to happen.
We have a relative in a home in serious cognitive decline. We kept their stuff with his sibling. Friends are asking ‘what about the valuable X/Y he had’, ‘does he have much money in the bank?’ etc. Parasites seem to come out of the woodwork at these times. It’s disgraceful.
Yeah, the older I get, I’m kinda glad that nobody in my family has much.
When my mom’s mom passed, she left everything to my mom (and like a dollar each to her two sisters), but honestly, it wasn’t much at all. A mess of debt and paperwork to sort out and a house in terrible shape. Her sisters were hurt at first but realized they weren’t missing out, and they still have a decent relationship, especially after my mom told them that she was willing to talk about sharing/giving them anything they wanted.
Now, years later, my parents (and my sister and I, and with help from pros) totally gutted and renovated the house and my parents just sold it earlier this year. My mom has said repeatedly that she wants to give her sisters as well as my sister and I some of the money from the house, but honestly I don’t really care about the money at all. If I get anything I’ll probably save it toward a down payment on a house of my own someday, but if I never see a dime, it’s no big deal.
On the other side, when my dad’s dad passed, he was similarly laid back about things, but his sister got really bold and rude about claiming lots and lots of stuff, and it only got worse when my grandma moved out of her house into assisted living.
Now that house is almost ready to sell as well, and she’s already asking about her share (of the house my parents did everything with). She’s even hoarded the lions share of housewares, appliances, etc. too, which are sitting in boxes in her storage unit, even as my sister and I both were buying those same things over the past several years as we established our own homes.
Really, the only things I have from the house are two pieces of furniture (which my aunt wanted but wouldn’t fit in her storage unit), one small set of glass dishes, some mixing bowls, and my grandpap’s old favorite coffee mug. I think of him every time I use it, and that’s all that really matters to me.