I got a call today from my former sister-in-law--my brother Jim's first wife. She and Jim were married for seventeen years and he treated her like dirt the whole time--drank too much, cheated on her and was abusive toward her at times, I am ashamed to have to say. That was always the result of his drinking.
At any rate, she finally had had enough, found someone else and divorced him. It nearly broke his heart, though he got just what he deserved. They had two sons who were a number of years apart. At the time they split, Kevin, their oldest son, was 14 or 15 and their younger son Steve was three. They had lost a child between them.
After they divorced, we rarely saw the kids. Jim eventually moved back to Oklahoma City while they remained in the Tulsa area. Jim was fairly good to go see them and to have them to come and see him until they were both adults.
But he remarried twice and really doesn't see them much either. In the last three years, he saw them when they came for Larry's funeral and we invited them to Mother's birthday party last year.
Steve just couldn't quit hugging and kissing my mother. He was just so happy to see her. Barbara said that Steve has been having a hard time because he feels he has no family that cares about him.
Barbara only had one sister, and she died of cancer in her thirties. She had one daughter, but they lived in Montana. In addition, he daughter was older than Kenna, which made her close to twenty years older than Steve.
Larry's kids have been poisoned against us all by their mother. They lived five doors down from Mother and me when we lived in Yukon. The only time Mother ever got to see them was when I would invite everyone over on Christmas Day.
So, Barbara wants us to try to mend our family and reconnect. What a job she has asked of me. But I will do what I can for Steve's sake.
He's a sweet guy, and he deserves to know we do love and care about him.
