FUNERAL FOR DULAN COOPER FOLEY
I just returned late last night from the funeral of my first husband's father, DC Foley. The Funeral was held on Sunday, November 1, 2009 at Short Creek Presbyterian Church in Leitchfield, Kentucky. There were the inlaws, the outlaws and the in betweens present at the funeral. Instead of focusing on the funeral at hand, everyone that was the steps and the reals were there trying to figure out who was going to get what from the very small estate of the man who had just died. Sad, but this is the way of many deaths.
I just went to the funeral to pay my respects to the man I met in 1975, and to support his wife, Nell Gwynn Foley. I also went to support my son, Mark Alan Foley who was DC's only grandchild. I got to see Mark very briefly because it was not the best time for visiting. The Prsbyterian minister declared that DC Foley was a saint, which I do not know how he was able to award such a title. DC Foley was married before to my ex-husband's mother, Helen Cunningham Foley. Helen was not mentioned at all in the service, but her four children were mentioned, Ronald Dale Foley, my ex-husband, Sherry Foley, Marsha Foley and Tim Foley. It is news to me that one can be a saint when they divorced and remarried. I suppose times are changing.
At the request of Nell, I stopped by her house on Wallace Avenue yesterday before heading back for Macon, Georgia to my home. Addy the caregiver who is a paid employee, anwered the door when I knocked on the door. Wow, what an experience, this lady from hell was so darn rude it was unbelievable. Nell was sitting with a small blanket around her and not sitting on a pillow in her wheel chair. Nell wanted something behind her back and I reached over in a chair and found a blanket that I had seen at the funeral home that was given to her by someone sending that in lieu of flowers. I put the folded blanket behind her back, and Addy got angry and told me that it was new and blah blah blah. I told Addy that I did not care because it belonged to Nell. Nell was sitting with about a quarter cup of coffee, and she motioned to me thhat the coffee needed to be refilled, and I felt it and it was as cold as ice. Nell gave a disapproving nod toward Addy, and I got the message, and went to the sink to pour out the coffee and poor a fresh cup. Addy told me "don't fill that too full or Nell will spill it on herself." I looked at Addy, like well why did you not fill up the coffee yourself. Well, I finally told her that I was a Capricorn and that we would butt heads, not verbatum. Addy smarted off that she was taking care of Nell, and I said "Well you are the hired help and I am a guest." I told her that I had known Nell, since 1975 and visited her all of the time when I lived in Valley Station in Louisville, KY.
Sherry had told me at the funeral that Nell did not have all of her faculties, and I truly feel that for just loosing her husband of thirty six years that she was pretty darn coherent. I have the feeling that all of the family are conspiring to declare Nell mentally unstable to come in and take what little estate is there. DC auctioned off their seven acre farm by Rough River for way too little money about six years ago, and moved into this small little home that is real close to the Regional Medical Center in the town of Lietchfield. One lady, the wife of Sam Morris, Alfrieda (one of Nell's cousins), told me at the funearl home that DC told her a few weeks ago that he wanted Mark to get the framed medals that DC got from his Army service. I told Sherry this fact, and she about exploded. Mark is a Marine, not active now, but once a Marine always a Marine. With Mark being the only blood grand-child, then it would be quite fitting that he receive his grandfather's Army medals.
The time there was totally unpleasant, as are so many funerals. I saw my ex-husband, Ron, of course, and he acted like a nutty person, as usual. Ron did not introduce me to this dark-haired lady that he brought to the funeral. And for Ron to be holding someone's hand at a funeral was like a page out of a fiction book. I have known Ron, since 1975, and there is very little caring in his personality. I did not even see Mark talk to Ron much. Oh, well, so much for a Christian funeral.
These people definitely did not set an example for others who may be undecided about committing their lives to the Lord. But the Lord will be the judge in the long run.
I just went to the funeral to pay my respects to the man I met in 1975, and to support his wife, Nell Gwynn Foley. I also went to support my son, Mark Alan Foley who was DC's only grandchild. I got to see Mark very briefly because it was not the best time for visiting. The Prsbyterian minister declared that DC Foley was a saint, which I do not know how he was able to award such a title. DC Foley was married before to my ex-husband's mother, Helen Cunningham Foley. Helen was not mentioned at all in the service, but her four children were mentioned, Ronald Dale Foley, my ex-husband, Sherry Foley, Marsha Foley and Tim Foley. It is news to me that one can be a saint when they divorced and remarried. I suppose times are changing.
At the request of Nell, I stopped by her house on Wallace Avenue yesterday before heading back for Macon, Georgia to my home. Addy the caregiver who is a paid employee, anwered the door when I knocked on the door. Wow, what an experience, this lady from hell was so darn rude it was unbelievable. Nell was sitting with a small blanket around her and not sitting on a pillow in her wheel chair. Nell wanted something behind her back and I reached over in a chair and found a blanket that I had seen at the funeral home that was given to her by someone sending that in lieu of flowers. I put the folded blanket behind her back, and Addy got angry and told me that it was new and blah blah blah. I told Addy that I did not care because it belonged to Nell. Nell was sitting with about a quarter cup of coffee, and she motioned to me thhat the coffee needed to be refilled, and I felt it and it was as cold as ice. Nell gave a disapproving nod toward Addy, and I got the message, and went to the sink to pour out the coffee and poor a fresh cup. Addy told me "don't fill that too full or Nell will spill it on herself." I looked at Addy, like well why did you not fill up the coffee yourself. Well, I finally told her that I was a Capricorn and that we would butt heads, not verbatum. Addy smarted off that she was taking care of Nell, and I said "Well you are the hired help and I am a guest." I told her that I had known Nell, since 1975 and visited her all of the time when I lived in Valley Station in Louisville, KY.
Sherry had told me at the funeral that Nell did not have all of her faculties, and I truly feel that for just loosing her husband of thirty six years that she was pretty darn coherent. I have the feeling that all of the family are conspiring to declare Nell mentally unstable to come in and take what little estate is there. DC auctioned off their seven acre farm by Rough River for way too little money about six years ago, and moved into this small little home that is real close to the Regional Medical Center in the town of Lietchfield. One lady, the wife of Sam Morris, Alfrieda (one of Nell's cousins), told me at the funearl home that DC told her a few weeks ago that he wanted Mark to get the framed medals that DC got from his Army service. I told Sherry this fact, and she about exploded. Mark is a Marine, not active now, but once a Marine always a Marine. With Mark being the only blood grand-child, then it would be quite fitting that he receive his grandfather's Army medals.
The time there was totally unpleasant, as are so many funerals. I saw my ex-husband, Ron, of course, and he acted like a nutty person, as usual. Ron did not introduce me to this dark-haired lady that he brought to the funeral. And for Ron to be holding someone's hand at a funeral was like a page out of a fiction book. I have known Ron, since 1975, and there is very little caring in his personality. I did not even see Mark talk to Ron much. Oh, well, so much for a Christian funeral.
These people definitely did not set an example for others who may be undecided about committing their lives to the Lord. But the Lord will be the judge in the long run.
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