Posted by kazoo on April 29, 2002, at 0:32:03
In reply to 'My Poor Joe', posted by kazoo on April 28, 2002, at 0:10:06
> http://www.geocities.com/mypoorjoe/
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> kazooLet me tell you why I called the site "My Poor Joe" (and I should have included this on the site itself, as I will soon).
A little history first ...
My brother Joseph was killed in 1994 by "indifference," the unpardonable sin in my book. He had a problem with alcohol and wandered into an unprotected construction site in the middle of a typical New England town, in view of 6 people working on the small room. The temperature dropped to 4 degrees on January 7, and he froze to death. He couldn't get out when he woke up and used his cigarette lighter to find the door. When he did find the door, he was just too weak and cold to smash it open. But the point is that here was a man in this small room under construction, with all sorts of people around, yet not one helped him. Not one. And they locked him in. So, this was clear case of manslaughter, yet the Connecticut State Police thought otherwise ("Just another drunk dying.").
I've lived in this Peyton Place for 48 years, and they know my family, and all knew my brother Joseph.
But not one had the decency to help him.
Not one.
My parents, especially my mother, were devastated, and never quite got over it.
My Ma saved all of Joe's papers, books, personal items in a file cabinet by her rocking chair in her bedroom.
Night after night she would sit there going through these papers, crying "My poor Joe ... my poor Joe."
My heart ached so much seeing her do this.
And I saw this year, after year, after year.
And my heart ached year, after year, after year.
And where was my sister?
Where was that horrible, self-centered, ego-centric, narcisstic, mean-spirited, black-hearted, bitch-sister of mine at the time of his death?
She was in Arizona, at a spa.
When I called her with this news, she had three days to return for the wake and funeral.
She did not return.
She didn't care.
She was just like those people who locked Joe in that room.
I was devastated.
My whole family, as well as Joe's family, was devastated.
And this was the way my sister, the "new" Ms. Moreau, treated everybody in my family for many years prior, and still doing.
Now, with unexpected death of my mother, she is circling around like a vulture, ripping off anything she can.
She even appropriated my parent's burial money.
You have no idea of what I am going through.
I know this kind of thing happens all the time with others, and in all these years I cared for my mother (as well as for Joe and my father), I received NO HELP AT ALL from my sister whom I would rather see suffering with excruciating pain, if not six feet under.
So, there's the reason for "My Poor Joe."
As far as forgiveness goes: this will not happen.
My sister is no more.
She, as well as my nephews and niece, stink.
I apologize for the bitterness.
I am under quite a strain with the appearance of a new ulcer.
Thank you all for all your kind words.
But you have to live through something like this (as some have told me here) to really "appreciate" the depths of depravity that some incurr on others.
"My poor Joe ..."
kazoo
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