I finally understand how its possible for so many different interpretations
of one mans words to occur. I spend majority of my time now arguing with my
family over what my mom would have wanted what’s even worse is both my
siblings were raised in a different way with my mother so they recall her
in different lights.

Sadly I have the most recent version of her. The version of my mother that
raised me was a woman who imagined closer family bonds and less conflict.
Which is the exact opposite of what’s going on. I try quoting her to end
disputes but then others quote her to rebuke my claims.

Now I’m taking the god is dead aproach and saying how it doesn’t matter
what she would have wanted because she is gone and we cannot ask her
ourselves.