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I loved the man, but he was frequently an ass. We were in the middle of a huge fight where we didn't speak for six months prior to his *finally* apologizing, and I just learned he asked my brother to make sure I *wasn't* invited for Family Christmas. My brother, being a fool, did as he asked, and he and I haven't been on good terms since -- of course, this same brother asked me not to come to my father's funeral, too, and that was the "final" straw as far as I was concerned for civil relations.
All this time I thought my brother was being a jerk all on his own, and now to find out my father set it up. Its sad. Our "family" Christmas is held the Saturday at least a week before "regular" Christmas, and he was diagnosed with his terminal cancer two days before "real" Christmas, so he had no way of knowing it would be the last holiday he would be alive. It was also the first "family Christmas" without one of my sisters, who had died the previous year a few days *after* Christmas.
Well, at least now I know why he didn't want to give a "detailed" apology before he died (when we made peace three weeks before he died), but did a generic "I've done some rotten things, and I'm sorry" thing.
What a rotten thing to ask my brother (who had proudly declared his house "neutral territory" for years), and what a shameful thing my brother did by going along with it.
I'm still processing. Sigh.
And before people try to beat me up over not speaking to the man, we were fighting over whether or not my then 18 year old heroin addict niece should be drug tested as a condition of driving the car he was giving her (after she'd rolled the previous one while strung out on drugs, and was still using in front of the entire family, despite her protests of being "clean"). I felt then (and still do) that it was a matter of life-and-death, and have no regrets over the stand I took.
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