Funeral arrangements for Floyd Wright

I'm Antrece Wright, the oldest child of Floyd Wright. He leaves behind Neashya Wright, Ricky Taylor, Floyd (Jr) Taylor, Lloyd Taylor and myself. It has been difficult to wrap our head around the loss of our father, Floyd Wright.

On 22 November 2020, daddy made the transition to meet his parents Willie and Viola Wright as a son and and to gather with his twin brother, as well as, the older brothers that proceeded his ascent. The next phase of his journey would have to be without us.

My father left behind four of several siblings and five children. There's NO doubt in my mind the physical suffering for him is no more and gratefully received by us as a blessing. He tried to hang on but his declining health gave up the fight. I know the timing was between him and God. 

My father was sometimes brutally honest, but if you didn't want the truth, you shouldn't have said a word. He was known for his dark tinted glasses; his beer and rambunctious demeanor. There wasn't a whole lot of biting-of-the- tongue going on, which was his trademark.

He instilled the value of education and family first in all of his children. When he attended my college graduation many years ago, I knew he was proud, because he was in attendance. Graduating from his Alma Mater, Drury University was a VERY proud moment for my three sons and myself. My father was very smart, but he was not without flaw. He prepared us to take care of his final arrangements.

In the latter years, he's was in and out of the VA hospital dealing with 10% heart function; an esophageal/gastric birth defect, which required his esophagus to be stretched yearly. His ability to digest food was extremely slow. Holding food down was virtually impossible. Holding food down was virtually impossible. He had developed a mass on his spine  so mobility was a challenge. He could barely speak with clarity. Only Jr could understand him. Since it was his desire to be home and not in the hospital, Jr bright him home. 

My brother, Jr., has been the primary caregiver for our father. He and his wife had five/six children in their home at any given time. Jr cooked; managed father's hygiene; literally carried my 6'4" father's frame to the bathroom, or out the bed; the whole nine. When our father made Jr the beneficiary on his life insurance, we were on with the decision. No one could foresee what would happen when he died. 

When it came time to make funeral arrangements, California had other plans. My father requested NO cremation and a burial in a veteran cemetery. Apparently, the county implemented a law that requires an insurance company to hold funds allotted to a beneficiary IF certain debts aren't paid. Needless to say, my father is still not laid to rest. 

Jr, his wife and kids tested positive for COVID, which had made it difficult for him to continue to negotiate with the insurance company. Since my mother and sister both have COPD and I have Multiple Sclerosis, we can't make the trip for a memorial service. His wife's mother died from complications related to COVID. My husband and I adopted five of our grandkids so the financial burden rests with the familyas we don't know if the insurance company will cover the funeral expenses. 

I tell ya...when it rains, it tsunamis. The stress of it all and the financial hardship makes us sick at heart. I don't like asking for this type of help, but I have to do it for my daddy. It has been over 30 days. Family and friends I know it comes at the worst time, but anything would help. Thank you in advance. I hope 2021 brings us ALL some good news.