The phone rang. I walked over and answered it. "Hello? Oh my God. Hello Aunt Doreen! So good to hear your voice."
Doreen responded, "I was out of the country with the kids when I heard about my twin sister passing. I'm so sorry. She struggled so hard with the cancer. How's your father holding up?"
"Dad has been struggling. He asked me to move in with him for a while to keep an eye on him and comfort him through this devastating loss of Mom."
"Dad, Aunt Doreen and the kids wanna come by for a few days is that OK? She said she will be here tomorrow?"
Dad said,"Sure, no problem. It would be nice to see the kids?"
He did not mention it would be nice to see Doreen.
My Dad and Doreen have had serious battles back and forth over the 50 years he and Mom were married and Aunt Doreen was a really bad influence on Mom in the beginning and was a real party girl. He agreed because he understood they wanted to come by to say their final goodbyes to Maureen.
The next day Dad's front doorbell rang, and I opened it. There was Aunt Doreen in all her glory looking great for a woman in her 70s. Fit and trim and wearing frisky clothing. She was braless in a revealing Sundress.
She had a little bit of heavy mascara and eyelashes and just has that sexy sensual saucy look about her. Hair dyed reddish brown. She always looked and dressed, like at any time the drop of a coin she would fuck somebody right there. Yes, she looks like a whore, and she loved it!
I greeted her with a big hug and kiss and told her how glad I was to see her and it was so nice for her to come by and say her last goodbye to her twin sister Maureen.
Down by the taxi cab, Christopher and Colleen were unloading the taxi and bringing in the luggage.
My niece and nephew both in their mid-'30s, came to the door with the luggage, and I greeted them with a firm hug and kiss on the cheek.
My nephew Christopher was almost a spitting image of John F Kennedy, Jr. He was a strapping, young man, unbelievably handsome, buff, and a sexual sight for men or women.
My niece Colleen was also stunningly beautiful, with wavy reddish hair, with freckles and full breasts, also wearing very sexy clothing, a see-through sundress with no bra, and some sandals, with her toes, painted red, and was an vision of delight.
Dad came to the door from the bedroom. He was a bit groggy from his nap and had some bed hair as he greeted his sister-in-law and grand nephew and niece.
Dad said to Doreen "God, you're just a spitting image of your sister. It's like I'm looking at her again except of course the hair is different and the makeup is a little different and actually, you're a little different too." as he reached around and gave her a disingenuous hug with three pats on the back and a faux kiss on the cheeks. He was already a little bit tense with her visit.
"Hi Uncle Sean, you look stunningly, handsome and fit, and healthy." Colleen hugged him a bear hug and gently gave a fish kiss on my Dad's lips.
"Hi Uncle Sean, so glad to see you again,"Christopher said, as he gave him a bear hug to his uncle, kissed him on the cheek, and held onto him for several seconds. I could see tears welling up in Christopher's eyes as he realized, of course, his aunt is gone, and they will soon say their last goodbyes to her.
We brought the luggage into another guest room for the three of them had two queen beds. The brother and sister could sleep in one and Doreen could sleep in the other.
We wanted to go down to the gravesite before sunset and have a visitation with Maureen, so I ordered three large pizzas for us to have a quick and easy dinner.
The pizzas arrived, and we started chowing down on a casual dinner with some Diet Coke and chatted and talked pleasantries, and reminisced a little bit about going to every day. The subject of what Doreen and the kids were doing came up.
The kids seem to blush a little bit, and Doreen became the spokesman.
"Well, we got involved in movie production in various capacities. Some of us were on-set assistants. Some of us became personal shoppers and go-fers. You know how some actors want to have an attendant with them at all times to dote on them so we've had various jobs with various producers who hire us, and we worked very steadily and made good money over the last 15 years. We travel extensively and all expenses are paid. We just finished a shoot in France when we got the news about my sister and made arrangements to come home and say our goodbyes."
While Doreen was speaking, Colleen punched her brother in the shoulder after he whispered something in her ear, and both very slightly snickered and blushed a little bit.
I picked up the empty pizza boxes, threw them in the trash, and cleaned up the living room a little bit, and we all headed for Dad's suburban. The cemetery was not too far away so we went over to pay our last respects to Doreen's twin sister Maureen.
There it was.
Maureen Reese ...1951-2023 Beloved wife and mother and sister.
While Doreen had a very turbulent relationship with her sister, she openly teared up and wept at the sight of the headstone, and her loss. She mumbled some words privately to herself, possibly in prayer, and then she brought her two children, and they kind of hugged and hovered over the grave which was still fresh from two weeks ago when she was lowered into the ground.
Dad came over to me and hugged me also welling up with tears. He's already had two weeks to mourn the loss of his wife, but the loss of Maureen is still fresh to him. He openly let the tears roll down his cheeks as he holds me and kiss me on my forehead.
The visit to the grave was over, so we headed back to Dad's house. Everybody was pretty much sad reflecting on the finality of life.
Doreen piped up. "I'm gonna go take a nice, hot shower, anybody want to join me?"
I thought that statement was kind of off as Christopher and Colleen looked at each other and laughed. I exited their room and went back to see how Dad was doing sitting on his bed. I heard the shower start running in the guest room and sat there with my father and talk with him for a few minutes.
I felt a little bit off and kind of anxious, so I got back up and walked over to the guest room, and the door cracked the jar a little bit. I open the door a little bit to see who was there, and there was no one sitting on the bed or at the writing desk, but I heard a lot of chatter from the shower.
In the guest bathroom, we had a custom shower built with a bench seat. It was about 6 feet deep, and the showerhead was at the opening, pointing toward the back of the shower so that no water would spill out onto the floor, so no need for a curtain.
