It just never seems to stop. Yesterday I received a call from my devastated little brother (he's in his 40's) that his father, my step father, had passed. It struck me much harder than I had gauged it would. We were estranged, step father and I. The dynamics of family never cease to baffle me. Suffice it to say, I was always in a forgiving mood, but he was never in a mood to be forgiven, or felt he had nothing to be forgiven for. Even a truce would have been nice. At any rate, there's nothing for it now.
I'm at a loss for words.