She was born in Limerick, Ireland, and died today on Long Island, New York. She emigrated to NYC in the 1950s, married a self-employed machinist (from Norway), and raised three sons, all of whom she put through college. There’s no sorrow — she lived fully and gave her best.
After we all moved out, my parents sold the house we grew up in and moved to a gated community — golf courses, clubhouses, and HOA services for lawn care. My father retired and lived there for two more years until smoking-related illness took him in 2000.
I left New York in 2015. My oldest brother (5 years older) stayed in NYC as he been for 20 years. My middle brother (2 years older) and his wife had a major falling out over how to care for our ageing mother after I left. They completely cut contact.
Later, I believe my middle brother developed a disease that led to COPD. Despite having lived about six miles away, he and his wife moved to within 200 yards of my mother’s house — yet remained out of contact. In fact, my mother was even denied entry to the wake of her grandson after a tragic accident.
Roughly 20 years ago, my mother put her house into a trust or similar arrangement. It allowed her to live there, but upon her death, the house would become the shared property of me and my two brothers. I believe she did this to protect the home from being taken by Medicaid, in the event she needed long-term care.
For the first time in 8 years, the middle brother, his wife, and their son came over. When asked to leave, they refused.
A hospice nurse was present and overheard my middle brother say to my oldest brother:
“If Mommy dies, I am going to kill you.”
The nurse turned to my oldest brother and said,
“I’m going to have to call the police.”
My middle brother has a CCP (Concealed Carry Permit), which gives him access to a number of firearms, including handguns. However, the police cannot suspend his permit or confiscate his weapons without a court order — a restraining order is an entirely different thing.
Since then, my oldest brother has received two aggressive, all-caps messages from his nephews:
“YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE WHO DESERVES TO DIE FOR CALLING THE COPS ON MY DAD!” (etc…)
He now has security in place for the night.
I lived with my mother for about a year at one point, and I had two Navy Colt replicas stored in her garage. If I had personally heard what my brother said tonight, I may well have replied:
“I’m going to the garage to load five .44 calibre lead balls into a real firearm. It’ll take about 10 minutes. If you are still in this house when I return, I will be sure to ruin your day.”