Whose kindness has touched me?

A cousin came with me to my fathers wake when no one else in my family would go. I was willing to go alone and was very hurt that no one else cared. Not my mother nor my sister expressed any sympathy. I was grateful that my cousin joined me. My father had remarried and had an entirely new family and many friends and memories of good times in pictures on display. Some older pictures when he was in the service were on tables. I have some of the same pictures. It was so odd not seeing any memories from when he was my father. No pictures of me or my sister. His other children and grandchildren were there at the wake and in the photos. It would have been devistated going home alone has it not been for my cousin joining me. I am grateful for her kindness. My fathers second wife thought I was there in case he left anything for me. She said he had nothing. That is not why I was there and hearing her think that of me was a harsh thing to say under the circumstances. It was one of her daughters that called to tell me my father had passed. I often wondered what he was like as a father since I never really got to know him and missed not having the opportunity through no fault of my own.