Why is it that when someone dies, (or is dying), family members become veritable monsters over money and the acquisition of personal belongings?

Money money money.

What a terrible, awful thing humans have invented.

I’m so angry at how things are unfolding, and I feel entirely powerless. There’s a battle of power dynamics and I don’t even have a shield.

Words are misconstrued. Blame is casted. Fingers pointed. Hatred boiling.

Spoken words that can never be unsaid.

It’s all so draining…

…and my heart is broken.