About 200 people came together tonight to honor and remember my brother-in-law. It was very uplifting.
I've probably told you all that I'm a bit psycho, uh, psychic. Well, I was standing in the middle of the mortuary's gathering area, and the thought came to me, "I wonder if Ben (my late husband's son) will be her tonight?" I wondered whether the staff from the state mental hospital would bring him to his uncle's memorial.
"Nah," I thought. He has been locked up for every one of the last five years.
Then I heard a buzz around the room, "Ben's coming ..."
He came, we hugged and talked. And I realized that when I see him, I am not upset or disturbed. But when I get a letter, I go down like a rock.
Even though I don't want to, perhaps at a distance I dehumanize him. But when he's flesh and blood, standing in front of me, it's different. My son and wife also came to the memorial. My son told me later that when he saw Ben, all of the anger he had held against his stepbrother just melted away. He looked more peaceful as well.
My BIL's death has helped me mend fences with my stepdaughter, and perhaps brought some more healing with Ben as well. Hallelujah.