That's right. My formerly troubled daughter lost her 58-year-old father right after Valentine's Day this year. He died from a heart attack as he arrived home from the gym. It's enormously heartbreaking. I'm even sad even though I haven't seen him or talked to him for so many years.
My daughters' already complicated and confusing lives are now much more complicated and confusing. And they're no closer to being friends, or even civil with each other.
The older sister was the first one called (and it was a very complicated situation that included me, but I'm taking myself out of the equation). She was hysterical, and after hanging up with me, she called her formerly troubled sister. FTS reacted in some kind of way (they both tell it differently), but the next thing I knew, she was blowing me off to fly to Illinois to "help" with the funeral.
She flew in with some half-sisters who live here (his daughters from a previous relationship), and then met up with her full sister and her three half-brothers. So, yes, seven children (one son he actually adopted when he married his mother, but since they divorced, I don't know if he's still considered a father? I don't know; not my life). The most interesting thing was that the mother of the youngest boy didn't know about some of the older children and hadn't met a number of the family members, despite being with him for a dozen years.
