This is a personal vent, read at your own risk. I’m writing it here, hoping to rid my mind of the disappointment and yes, hate I have for someone. Most years since 1995 I have put these feelings aside because really, what good are they? There’s nothing I can do to change it, I have tried and failed.
It was only yesterday when my granddaughter joined Ancestry and I was asked some questions about my immediate family growing up. Simple enough looking back on photos, memories, but then a document showing what my step mother gave to a museum-items my father had-that these horrid feelings came rushing back. Maybe some of you have had a similar experience, one of your parents dies and you, your siblings and the rest of the family receive nothing of the deceased parent to show or give to your own children or grandchildren.
I printed a copy of these items for my daughter and her family and felt sorrow in the fact that they will never see these things. Why this small town museum in a different state received these items, even the curator of the museum didn’t know. My father never lived there, near there nor did my step mother. We contacted the museum and they will not return any items to us, including a family bible with ancient records of births and deaths, etc. The town or museum people did not know my father or step mother, but will not give us these items that mean nothing to them. I won’t share details of the items, it isn’t important.
I know I should let this go. After all what good does it do to dwell? None. I just had to write about it, hoping it will help me forget for another few years until it’s brought up in some way again. Thanks for reading.