feelings that i had to say...

this is the last day(February 7th)eight years ago that i saw my dearly departed mother alive... she died in the hospital the next day,peacefully,but then the chaos started for the family,in that my sister started complaining about her care,blaming everybody,but herself... she is not welcome at family outings,and let me say that if she was to show up,there would be a lot of people who would tell her where to go,to put it bluntly... the final straw for me was actually three-fold:she left me in Cayucos after less than three days after my mother's death,and i did not see her for over six years,until she showed up at my apartment unannounced,and then sent me a real nasty e-mail,which will remain private,but is well-known in the family,and then she had the gall to again show up unannounced last year,and acted like nothing was wrong... well,i got pissed and tossed her out of my apartment,slamming the door,in the process... my sister has been a thorn in the family's side,and rather nasty about it,for over 45 years,and i do not care a whit about her... to me,(and i really hate to admit this)she is not alive to me,or that she is just another person that i really do not care for,because a relative once said that to make up for what she has done to the family,she would have to say "sorry to my mother to her face",and she noted that my mother had died,to have my sister make up for all the grief that she has given the family... i wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment 1,000%,because she has caused so much pain in this family,that i can not express how much pain or anger that i have felt over those forty five years,and honestly if i was to do so,there would so many holes in walls that i would have a cast on my hand for years,and years,instead of weeks... i do not like my sister,and i really do not respect her,either,which is much worse in my overall outlook,and in my book...