I always remembered my sister as being strong, funny, and resourceful.  When my sister would come home from college to visit, I could barely contain my excitement of her pulling into the driveway! This excitement was partly due to genuinely wanting to see her, hearing about her college and away-from-home stories. Her home visits were so welcoming because they ushered in a weekend of peace and quiet from my father.

Allowing room for the human element and the possibility that people eventually see the light, I think the deterioration of my aunt’s health was the straw that broke the camel’s back. All the previous rage-inducing mischiefs committed by the Golden Child were never properly contextualized for my father and his enabling siblings to finally see them for what they were – the acts of a person they enabled for years.