It's the sixth anniversary of my dad's death and I'm the only one who's remembered or cares
I've taken my kids to the local park today and we wrote him a letter on that dissolvable paper and made it into a little boat and we let them float off. my mum (her and dad divorced when I was 1) rang me after that moaning on about something irrelevant like her cat digging in her soil, when I mentioned it's the anniversary of dad's death she just said "blimey that's gone quick" then started banging on about her cat again.
I've messaged my brother saying thinking of dad today etc and he read it but hasn't replied but has posted on Facebook just now about what a "mad sesh" it was last night and how he has awesome friends.
I know IABU and a little petulant but I feel like I'm the only one who gives a fuck. Dad died aged 52, unexpectedly, painfully and alone and me and DH found him on his living room floor covered in vomit and his own excrement. I was heavily pregnant at the time and me and DH were the only ones who dealt with the aftermath (including DH cleaning up bodily fluids) it seems my brother can just piss off into the sunset and let everyone else deal with the hard stuff and ignore everything while he skips away on "mad seshes" (he's 35 FFS grow up).