Eventually, the mistreatment my mother experienced at Meridian Village took its toll, and she died on December 12, 2014. It is saddening that my mother had to suffer from my sister's wrongdoing. And why? For money. For the inheritance that my parents had spent a life time of hard work accumulating so they could pass it to their children. She was too impatient to wait for it.
For a year after my mother's death I asked for information about the disposition of her body and for the plans for a memorial service. I even obtained a court order to get it. In the end, I was left with a tin can of ashes that are ostensibly one-half of my mother's remains.
T.S. Eliot stated, "This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper." My mother deserved better. Her generation deserves better.
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