Disabled Elderly American Veteran Told to Leave His Home In Meridian, Georgia

In Meridian, Georgia, the hits keep coming. My father allowed a man put his camper onto the property about 5 years ago. This man’s name is William (Bill) Hewitt. He is an elderly gentleman, extremely kind to everyone. He has never had a foul word to say to anyone. He stays to himself. It works out well for both he and my father. Bill pays my dad’s power bill and that is the rent he pays. He lives on a fixed income. He is a disabled American Veteran. He lives in a camper on my father’s property because he cannot afford anything more than that. I spoke to him today and even though my dad’s brother swore that Bill could stay there as long as he wanted, he has been given his notice. They want him off the property by the 19th.

I have got to find a way to fight these people. I’m doubling my efforts. I hated to be the one that told my dad they were removing Mr Bill, American veteran from the property. Bill is very upset by it. He had their word he wouldn’t be removed. Now they are saying he has to be out quickly. It isn’t bad enough that they take from me and two kids. It’s not enough that they want to tear down the home that my parents worked 30 years to build. They want to eliminate another elderly man who served his country proudly in war, is struggling to survive, and cannot afford to live elsewhere? These greedy people who take trips to the Caribbean and shit. They can do anything and have everything. Why do they feel it is necessary to hurt my father to the extent that they are?

Scrolling through the good nurses FB, I discovered that on June 30, 2016, the St Simons nurse spoke of dementia on Facebook. Shared the message about how dementia causes the brain to shrink and how she wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemy, BUT oddly enough, her and her husband wouldn’t have the property in meridian if it were not for taking advantage of a man with diagnosed dementia. That’s pitiful.

“Imprisoned in one’s own rapidly shrinking brain is how a doctor described it to me. I wouldn’t wish Dementia or Alzheimer’s on my worst enemy. As the patient’s brain slowly dies, they change physically and eventually forget who their loved ones are. Patients can eventually become bedridden, unable to move & unable to eat or drink. There will be people who will scroll by this message because Dementia or Alzheimer’s has not touched them. They may not know what it’s like to have a loved one who has led a battle against Dementia Alzheimer’s. For all the people I know, I ask a small favor. If you know someone who has battled with Dementia or Alzheimer’s or is still struggling, please add this to your status for one hour. Copy & Paste to support victims and families affected by this cruel illness as there is no cure and there are no survivors? Hold your finger on the message to copy it, then paste it on your page. No tagging or sharing. Do this on behalf of all nurses and caregivers who love or care for someone with Alzheimer’s.”

She needs to erase that crap from her page or at the very least say that dementia is a godsend for people like them.

I have got to find a way to fight these people. I’m doubling my efforts. I hated to be the one that told my dad they were removing Mr Bill, American veteran from the property. Bill is very upset by it. He had their word he wouldn’t be removed. Now they are saying he has to be out quickly. It isn’t bad enough that they take from me and two kids. It’s not enough that they want to tear down the home that my parents worked 30 years to build. They want to eliminate another elderly man who served his country proudly in war, is struggling to survive, and cannot afford to live elsewhere? These greedy people who take trips to the Caribbean and shit. They can do anything and have everything. Why do they feel it is necessary to hurt my father to the extent that they are?

Scrolling through the good nurses FB, I discovered that on June 30, 2016, the St Simons nurse spoke of dementia on Facebook. Shared the message about how dementia causes the brain to shrink and how she wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemy, BUT oddly enough, her and her husband wouldn’t have the property in meridian if it were not for taking advantage of a man with diagnosed dementia. That’s pitiful.

“Imprisoned in one’s own rapidly shrinking brain is how a doctor described it to me. I wouldn’t wish Dementia or Alzheimer’s on my worst enemy. As the patient’s brain slowly dies, they change physically and eventually forget who their loved ones are. Patients can eventually become bedridden, unable to move & unable to eat or drink. There will be people who will scroll by this message because Dementia or Alzheimer’s has not touched them. They may not know what it’s like to have a loved one who has led a battle against Dementia Alzheimer’s. For all the people I know, I ask a small favor. If you know someone who has battled with Dementia or Alzheimer’s or is still struggling, please add this to your status for one hour. Copy & Paste to support victims and families affected by this cruel illness as there is no cure and there are no survivors? Hold your finger on the message to copy it, then paste it on your page. No tagging or sharing. Do this on behalf of all nurses and caregivers who love or care for someone with Alzheimer’s.”

I pray to the good man above, who these people claim to follow, sees what they are doing and judges them the way that they judge others. And more than that, I HOPE that All of southeastern Georgia knows the people who stole my father’s land through deceit and shows their appreciation for tromping on good men. I know there has to be a few friends of Jack Parkinson around there and a few people in this world who can show American Veterans the respect that they deserve.

Things are REALLY Getting Messed UP

I spoke to my dad again tonight. I cannot shake the feeling that he is at the end of his rope. He feels that soon they are going to start bulldozing everything he worked hard to build. For that reason, he was drinking heavily. He says that he lives in a prison with me gone and if they start bulldozing, he feels he has lost completely. He isn’t happy there. He says he would be better off in a jail. I’m worried about him and his will to live. I’m writing emails. I’m asking for people to step in and help my dad. Most everyone says they don’t want to touch it. We don’t have the money for them to take notice. It would be a pro-bono case and they don’t like that idea…but they all say we feel you have a great case. I’ve started going online to talk to people. Pastors who are big on YouTube and I’m spreading the word, or at least trying to. The people who have hurt my father need to be forced to answer to what they have done to him. I need more people to see my website. I need more people to take notice and talk about what is going on in this world to allow people to hurt the elderly. Our older generations are a dying breed. They were people who cherished family above all things and when they gave their word, it meant something. My dad’s brother claims to be a good, fair, and honest person. They go to church on Sundays and claim to be “GOOD”. They say that my dad and I are the bad ones. He likes to drink and I’ve been far from innocent in the things I have done. But telling a man that you will lend him money and return their land if they can pay you off and then saying “I changed my mind”. That doesn’t make you a good person. They disgrace their church by showing up at it. They disgrace McIntosh county by being a part of it and so does the people that purchased stolen land.

My Dad’s Depression Is Escalating

Monday I saw my dad for a good bit of the day. He was not in a good mood. I think that depression has sincerely become his best friend. I see glimpses of it often, especially when he talks about mom, but it was very different that day. His brother was working on the driveway. The driveway my dad lost to him a few years back (also a shady deal because the brother told him that I could go to the lawyer with them and told him to tell me where the lawyer was located in Darien. Bro was going to buy it. I attempted to go to the lawyer, but it wasn’t where they had said it would be. I should have known then what would come later on, but at that time I still had faith in the fact that my dad’s brother wouldn’t be sneaky. Since dad was the one that told me where the lawyer was located, I figured dad had messed up, even though his good ole brother was talking to dad as he spoke to me…I tried to give them the benefit of doubt…It was a laughable mistake now, but alas, that is over and done with.).
Anyway…my dad was talking about his brother putting a privacy fence up with the money he stole from us. Money that should have been ours and how if he had wanted to sell he could have had the money. It could have been our money, but his brother didn’t give him a dime. We talked about how his brother had deceived him. I listened as he talked about the things his brother had said to him. How his brother had told him I was broke and would sell the property if I ever got my fingers on it. Then he said, I didn’t think about the fact that if you sold it, at least one of us would have gotten money off of it.
Sometimes I hear him talk about things and I worry about what he says. I have to wonder how much can a man lose before he truly loses it all. He talks about his bed covered in 7 dust and when we point out that it could kill him, he seems almost happy to think that it will end the suffering faster. I know his brother doesn’t give a crap about him…his brother who my dad has helped so much throughout life, when his brother couldn’t afford to even marry his wife…and the way they now treat him. God will make them pay, I’m sure of it. But justice will not come fast enough for me or my father. I firmly believe that they will suffer. All 4 of them, if not 5. They are all evil that disguises themselves as good people. The nurse, the doctor, the social worker, and the nobody who cannot be trusted.
The nobody, my dad’s brother, groped on me when I was 16 and tried to seduce me when I lived at my dad’s house. My daughter filed a complaint because he touched her as well. There are women I’ve spoken to who can describe in detail the bedroom of the house that he shares with his wife. They use to go there when she was down in Florida visiting her parents and when she was at work. They hold my sins against me…their day will come. I pray that all of South East Ga learns who and what they are. And I hope that anyone who knows my father and the type of man he is, never forgets that the rest of that family is the devil. Anyone who touches that land should be shunned by the entire south-east Ga group of people. I know I’ll do my part to help it happen for the pain that they have caused my father.

Disgrace to My Parents in Every Way

So anyway…I’ve spoken a lot of my parents in this blog. It is, after all, a blog and web pages devoted to them. I cherish my mom’s memories and I cherish the life that they had together. One of the worst parts of all of this, for me, is seeing how the family my dad trusted disregard him in every sense of the word. They stole everything he valued and they do not give him anything for his trouble. He didn’t play nice to them after they screwed him over. Imagine that. Everyone that I have told in McIntosh county all say the same thing….”They did that to him???” Why?” I have told people that claim they are personal friends of my father’s brother and his wife. They are shocked by the cold-hearted way in which my father has been done. I can only pray that those two people lose their ability to walk with their head held high in Darien. LOL

Pink Rpses

My dad built this for my mom when she passed away. Each year I am amazed by how beautiful his roses are. She is the one who planted those roses, but she never could get them to do anything. She had them planted in another place on the property. After she died, my dad moved them to where he began living in his “apartment” as he calls it, though it is actually the home he was born and raised in. The roses, with his care, have flourished. Her urn sits on his dining room table so that she can see the roses.  I think it is a sweet gesture for him to keep her there.

2015-05-12-07-54-38I’ve also put my own hand in her memorial. After all, my dad put her ashes into the flower bed and I feel that is probably why they grow so well. Her touch is there…even if she is not. I cannot begin to tell you how long it took me to engrave into a stone. LOL. It is something I never want to do again, but one day I know that I should since my father wants his ashes to mix with hers in the rose bed. The sad part is, with the land gone to someone else, I will not have the legal right to put his name or his ashes with her. That is wrong of the people who now hold the title. It is also insane that they disrespect the world my parents created. They leave my mom’s home open 24/7. The front door has not been closed in months. Not even when we had a tropical storm coming across us. My parents worked for 30 years to build a home that they are going to let rot. Rains go inside that door easily. I know. Mom put a large covered area Pink Rosesover the door and still complained over winds blowing rain in…and because I lived there as the homeowner, caretaker of it for 4 years….I had rain flood it more than once. Each time it flooded, I was there cleaning it up. They let it rot. The good doctor, his stinky faced wife the nurse, and the people who lied to a sick man to get his property.

I wish that one day someone would be able to explain why they are doing this to my father, my children, my grandchild, and myself. Why are they so happy to destroy what we all loved? What my mom loved? 

I have video of the social worker wife telling me that I was horrible and my mom disliked me because when she was sick, I went to a friends house and told my mom a white lie to go there. She says I was horrible because 6 times in 7 months, mom had her drive by the other person’s house. It is kind of funny that she would say that…My rowdy toddler and I stopped staying at my mom’s house when she was ill because chemo and radiation didn’tDream of Jennie make it easy on mom and my son was driving her nuts. Then my daughter moved to be with me and that was more than my mom could handle. Mom and I got into a fight over it and I moved out to stay with my friend after my mom had been home from the hospital only a month. Mom knew where I was living, so I had no reason to hide it from her. It was something they used to keep my dad upset with me. I guess that is why they want to make my family suffer.I’m going to soon upload video that shows my dad’s brother lying to my dad a year ago. Problem is it shows faces of him and the social worker, so I have to figure out how to block the images of their face. Though I honestly would LOVE to show you who they are so that if you ever cross paths with them, you can give them the shame on you fingers.

The Disrespect of Others

My mom and dad built the home that now hangs in the balance. I am not sure that I will be able to ever fight hard enough to get it back for my parents. My dad is withering away now that I no longer live near him. I go to see him as often as I can, but its not the same. He misses me, my son, and my grandson. The grief he felt over losing mom has been replaced with grief over losing us as his neighbor. We use to sit each morning with a cup of coffee. I would take him dinner, we would talk when the mail came in. He and I were around each other daily since I moved in the main house, after the first winter. Mom passed away in July and I moved in the following March. He is dying without me there. He feels the betrayal of his own blood kin. I wish I could name their names here, but that would be slander. Jack Parkinson is a man that many around McIntosh county respected. Everyone who hears his story and knows the name of the people who took his home and land cannot believe that he was done the way he was. I never would have believed it either. But I should have.

A week after I turned down sexual advances from my uncle, Adult protective services were called in and determined that there was no issue with the way I cared for my dad. When that fell through, the department of families and children showed up to try and say that I was letting my son run the roads at 3 years old. It was a case that was never put on file according to the big dept of families in Atlanta Ga. Imagine that….LOL Every case file must go to them if it is valid, but the lady I spoke to had not seen my case at all. Guess the Social worker had something to do with that.

When my mom was sick, she called me up one day to say that my uncle’s wife had said she needed to start riding the medical bus to and from dialysis to save me the trouble. My mom was crying when she called me cause that woman had gotten her so upset. I told my mom she didn’t need to take the bus. She wasn’t an inconvenience. I never thought of her as a problem that I had to deal with.

During the 7 months that my mom tried to fight for her life, my uncle and his wife and the nurse were constantly irritating my mom. They wanted to be at her Dr appointments with us. Mom didn’t want them there, but didn’t know how to tell them to go away. We started keeping it a secret when she had Dr appointments, especially after they urged mom to go to a different kidney doctor and a different dialysis center where mom was even more miserable. Mom said the nurse was too stuck up and nosey. Mom had always said the nurse was too stuck up, even before she became a nurse. Which reminds me, here is a fair warning, if you ever meet a home nurse with the same initials as “Bowel Movement” and who walks around looking as if she smelled something nasty: tell her to let you handle your own needs. She went to dads house and threw away half the contents of his fridge and threw out medications that he had in his bathroom, and more…then never took him food or supplies to replace it. She lectured dad on having muriatic acid in his bathroom when he had grandkids coming over and then she left it sitting in the kitchen where they were more able to get a hold of it. To me….that is more than enough reason to avoid her like the plague. Anyway…I’m going to add another post about this…including what the disrespectful have done to my father in greater detail.

Laws Protecting the Elderly

There are laws that are supposed to protect all people from the many types of abuse that they may suffer. There are special places for abused women and children to go live in safety. There are police reports and possible persecution for those who wrong women and children. Even in the case of man versus man, there are lawsuits that can be filed. The same is not true for the elderly, unless there are visual scars that they are suffering. Adult protective services is a great thing, but they are limited to the help that they will actually provide for an abused elderly person. They will step in if the person is suffering physical harm or being starved to death, but they cannot protect an elderly person from making a mistake. You can have a man, like Jack Parkinson, who was messed up on medication and suffering with a UTI, diagnosed with dementia and various other issues, but the laws, Adult Protective Services, will not help him regain control of the property that was stolen from him.

They will tell you that it is a legal issue. They will say we are sympathetic, but you need a lawyer. They will tell you that you should not be removed from the property because you are the only one there to care for the dementia patient, that the person needs and depends on you, but they will also tell you that their hands are tied. There is nothing that can be done by them. This means you need to have a lot of money in your pocket to fight for what is fair. If I had the money to fight for what is fair, I would have had him declared incompetent years ago. Which is also something that is messed up. Most people will tell you that dementia means you are not competent, but this is not always the case. A dementia patient can be considered competent, even if you look at the facts and know that he most likely isn’t thinking right at the time.

For example: A man, my father, turned down a lump sum cash in hand price offer for $60,000.00 for his property only 7 months before giving it away. That doesn’t make logical sense. He knew he could get money. He knew he would get enough money to never again have to worry about what he would need to live on for the rest of his life and he turned it down so that he could still struggle each month to live on $700.00? No. Normal thinking people do not make those kind of decisions. He worries every month about going broke. He worries constantly about having to watch the money that he spends. Why would he have chosen to struggle? His brother convinced him he could sign over the land and then have it back once the land taxes were paid off. His brother’s wife, now drives a new car because they got the $60,000 that should have been my dad’s, and he still struggles to survive each month. What laws protect him? The man had been messed up on Wellbutrin, he had a UTI and dementia, he had severe cataracts (he couldn’t read what he was signing), and a whole boatload of other things going on.

I search daily for a lawyer that will take his case. I don’t want to give up. But the sad truth is, it will break both me and my father to fight for what is right for him. I think that it is unfair. It would have cost well over $1500 to get him declared incompetent before a judge. If I had the money, I would have done that. Now, I have to come up with more to fix things that the government should protect him from.

I HOPE that by putting my dad’s story out there, the laws will change. There has to be more people putting an effort into protecting senior citizens. They deserve it. My dad has been robbed twice in less than two years. Nothing is being done about it. He wasn’t compensated when the woman stole from his bank account and that cost him nearly a grand and so far he isn’t being compensated for the pain and suffering his own family has caused him.

The Life We Live

It is truly heartbreaking to see the changes in my dad over the last couple months since I had to move away. Since my mom passed away on July 1, 2012, my dad has kept her urn on his dining room table in front of the window that looks out to the memorial stone he built for her and where he put her ashes. He would wake in the morning and talk to her over coffee. He would tell her good night at the end of a day. He would pick roses that he planted inside the memorial so that she could “smell” them when he placed them near her urn. Now, he has stopped talking to her. He tells me that he doesn’t know what to say to her. He feels that if she were here she would hate him for what he has done. He feels he gave her and everything she built away. He says she is angry with him and he does not feel that he deserves to talk to her. Talking to her and growing the roses for her memory is what kept him strong enough to fight and live. He is so sad. I see it in his eyes. He gets upset if I am not there often, even though he knows that I cannot be there all the time now. His house isn’t large enough for me and my son along with my grandson. If he had two or three bedrooms, I would have gladly moved in with him. I know he misses his talks to my mom…but I sometimes wonder what it would mean to him to wake up and walk over to my home, the one on his property that he shared with my mom, and have a cup of coffee with me like we use to do. It was our morning routine. The only exception was between Feb28 when I wrote the note telling my uncle he had struck out at me and up until he told me that if I paid my uncle ,000 I could have the land back. He later decided that he needed to clear up the total with his brother…it was just one more time that his brother would duck and dodge on him.

My dad talks often of the trust that he had put into his brother and how he should have known better than to trust in him. He talks often of the fact that if it had not been for him loaning his brother money, the brother and his wife would not have been able to get married. My dad gave them $900 a lifetime ago and the brother has yet to pay my father back. Dad shouldn’t have paid them to get married…They should have had to struggle for what they wanted. However, since they obviously didn’t want to pay it back, perhaps they aren’t as happy as they pretend??? LOL I don’t know…Perhaps the brother should have asked the sister for money…She has taken more than enough trips down the aisle. She probably knows by now how to do it for free. I think there has been like 7-8 marriages under her belt????and her daughter isn’t much better from what I’ve heard. oh well, those are stories for another day…

My Dad Jack ParkinsonFor today, I want to talk about the picture I’m adding. It was taken last Aug. 2015. My dad was sent to the hospital with massive kidney/urinary issues.  His bladder was holding water and they had to help him relieve himself. He was talking crazy things just 24 hours before this photo was taken. I was so happy to see his smile that day. I couldn’t resist taking a picture of him. He was instantly better, though a cath was necessary for a couple days. Because of that, I sent him to a nursing home for care. During his first couple days in the home, I got a message from his sister. Her daughter wanted to talk about buying dad out again. I told my dad about it, but he said that they could go “F” themselves. He wasn’t selling out to them. Especially not with the way they talked to me in a few messages that he saw. He wanted me to have the land….he walked away from the highest offer to date….$60,000 for his land. His niece made the offer. Now, my dad has lost the land and didn’t get a dime. Do you think that is fair? Not to mention, my dad may lose his SSI income, his medicaid, and more if we do not get it back soon. He has also lost his rights to be cared for in a nursing home facility. Why? because in the eyes of the government, he gave his property away when he should have asked for money and sold out. They feel if he has the money to give his home away, then he shouldn’t need healthcare or additional help from the government. This has all been told to us through lawyers. That is why we cannot give up the fight. His brother sentenced him to death and they do not care. My dad cooks his own meals, when he can, instead of me cooking for him nightly. He may lose his discounted medication and the possibility of nursing home care when it is needed again. All because of the greed of his brother…so that his brother can drive a new vehicle and pretend that he is the better, smarter man, for it. I am not sure if it is a moral deficiency between him and his wife or an issue with the state laws. I HOPE to battle both and I will do so if I can gain enough support from my readers.