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.