Since my dad passed away, things have been insane. We have been packing up his home; sorting through stuff, dealing with the lawyer, worried about the x-family that my dad used to consider his, working to make money, and more. I wasn’t sworn in as my dad’s executor, so that is on hold for the moment. In order to become the executor, I have to find my half-sister who we haven’t seen in more than 20 years. She has to be notified, even though she wrote us off years ago. I finally found her; kind of. I’ve found her family, but she has not contacted me yet. Least now I have a name; that’s more than I’ve ever really known about her.
What’s Next for Jack Parkinson
The people who stole from him have continued to do so. They seem to think they are above the law on so many different levels. For one; they have not replied to the lawsuit at all. They were given 30 days to do so, but have failed so far. They seem to think that because he is gone, they no longer have to reply. Not true. The courts still expect a reply, but I cannot push it until I’m the executor of the estate. The same with his home. We were fighting an eviction…The eviction still isn’t “real” because my dad never had his day in court. BUT, they have now broken into his home and taken who knows what of his property. The law in most states is quite clear on the fact that property ownership does not give you permission to take control of personal property. They were supposed to wait until an executor was found and have to give 30 days. During which time, the property should stay secured so that there is no theft of what little they left my dad on the property. Then if I do not have everything; they should have-with a police escort, removed things from the property and put it into a storage shed. Instead, they have no trespassing signs everywhere, the property taped off, and they left the door to his home wide open so that any burglar can come in and take what they are able to find. Another man who was staying on the property-the veteran from earlier posts still has a camper there. He was never notified by law to move it off the property, but they have also broken into it and it also remains open for anyone who wants to go inside of it. They are clearly breaking the law on many levels…and I am hoping that within the next week or so I can prosecute them for doing so. It will be my pleasure to have all four of them locked in a cell.
I am begging everyone who reads this; please show your support for Jack Parkinson. He is no longer here with me, but he deserves so much more than what they are doing to him. My dad was far from perfect…he was imperfect in a million little ways. But he is still so much better than any of them. He would never have stolen from someone. He would never have trashed their memory or disgraced their life the way they have done to him. He was an alcoholic. He was sick. He developed dementia. He wouldn’t take care of himself the right way. In death, all of that is still being proven….but one thing is for sure….in his life; he was 100% more a person than the idiots he used to call his family.
Share my website…help me speak out against elder abuse. Show you support and help me put an end to the suffering that our elderly generations have to feel. With any luck at all; you will one day live to become an elderly person. Do you want to have to worry about who will steal everything you worked your life to acquire? It won’t stop until we stand up and say that it has to end. Help me to end elder abuse!
Today was a big day around dad’s house. Adult protective services came in to speak with us. She told me, even more, things that I was unaware of and I say that things are about to go very well for my dad. Every day is a learning experience. The legal system is a fucked-up web and I’m about to start weaving. I personally cannot wait to see what more I find out Monday. It is time to play pin the tail on the donkey…I have about 4 of them that I’m going to tag.
What Happens Next in My Fight Against Elderly Abuse?
If dad’s family was a wiser group of people, they would back out…and do what is right for my dad, but for some reason, I don’t think they are as wise as they pretend to be. That is okay, though…Means more fun for me. I will write more about the potential success stories as this goes along…but for now, I’m not going to spill any of dad’s potential beans. All I’m going to say is—the validity of this entire situation is about to be discovered. I can potentially jerk it out from under all of them, just by snapping my fingers and bringing up the right point to the right person…And adult protective services is the one who will ensure that I have that contact…NOW. Maybe there is hope for the elderly after all…
I know my facts…I think I know more than the Brainiac’s who pretend they are better than my dad and me. They forgot to cross a few “T”s and dot a few “I”s. They think they got enough money to keep what belongs to my dad…With the case building as it is right now…money will not help them. Dad’s brother’s statements on video, his wife’s admissions on video about overdosing my dad on blood pressure medication because she cannot read, and the many lies that have been revealed are all going to bite them in the arse.
Perhaps one day I’ll thank them for being warped souls…No…not likely. Perhaps the nurse should have gone to law school rather than nursing school… The same could be said for those who spent their lives doing other things besides studying law. perhaps then, they wouldn’t have screwed over their own selves. Perhaps after all of this is done, I’ll go back to school and try to learn more about the law myself. I’ve already got a head start.
Rumor has it, my aunt doesn’t hate me—but no one likes me. Rumor has it—my dad’s bro said once that I was smart. Rumor has it—–no…there are no more rumors…You screw with people and you are going to get screwed. Who cares if my dad
enjoys a drink? Least he has never stolen from his family. My little boy took his first steps in my parents’ home, with my mom watching, and was told that he doesn’t deserve to live there. My grandson was put out of the house by those people when he was 1 year old…My son was 6. They do not acknowledge my kids as anything. Who made them God? Who made them the judge and jury on others? My dad’s sister says I shouldn’t cast stones. What exactly is it that they do when they are saying that I am the worst thing to have ever happened to my dad? They stole his land and left him there to die after they removed me and my boys from the home. Today, I watched my dad choke on a drink and fall backward from his chair. I tried to catch him…it was a glass of tea…He has had trouble swallowing since his triple bypass and all they want to do is remove him from his home? Does his family care? They cast stones at me…I’m not the one calling the woman who married many, a woman of ill repute. I’m not the one claiming my kids are great when one drinks heavily and the other supports gay rights very effectively (I have no issue with that…I just don’t feel that their skeletons are any better or worse than mine). I’m not the one who waited til I was probably 40 to become a nurse so I could steal an uncle’s land claiming I’m good moral stock…I’m not the one who took women to my wife’s bed enough that they can describe her bedroom to other people. Okay, So I’ve had a few moral lapses…but good-ness…how much critism do I have to take from these people who think they are better than me?
I Am Jack Parkinson’s Daughter
I cheated on my husband. I had a little boy. I left my home in Florida and my other two children when my mom got sick. She was battling cancer…I moved in with the person I had had the affair with because I wanted to be close, but not drive my mom nuts with my kids. I moved out of that persons’ house and I moved into my parents’ house where I tried to work and survive. I busted my ass to live and support my son with $50-$75 a week for a very long time. I tried to take care of my dad and he fought me on most of the things I tried to get him to do. I wanted a real job, but I couldn’t afford child care while I was working. I began to write more. I survived hell living in that house…and I’m a better person for it. Then I was told to leave and in order to stay close to my dad, I did what I had to do knowing that I wouldn’t gain anything from it. Knowing that he had given away his soul to the devil, I still wanted to stay close to him. I considered moving back to Florida to be closer to my nearly grown son, but I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I left him in Ga alone. I promised my mom I’d take care of him once she was gone. I’m not going to break my promise to her…no matter what hell I have to survive to keep my word to her.
Are my morals a little screwy? Yeah. LOL, I’m far from saintly. I never claimed otherwise. I don’t lie or steal half as much as those who judge me do. I have a bank account that is impressive to me because I’ve been at rock bottom and I’m no longer there. For 3 years after I moved to Ga, I didn’t make enough to have a bank account. LOL. I still don’t have as much as those other people do. I wouldn’t want to have that much. If I did, I might feel entitled like they do and I’m not that person. I’ve never stolen anything…My dad says his brother accused me of it and convinced him of it. My dad removed me from his account for about a week when all this started. I was immediately put back on it when his medications got leveled out and sis in law wasn’t overdosing him. I’ve also never put two kids out of a home. I’ve never attempted to put an elderly man out on the street. They have told two elderly men to leave.
It is sad when the lies between family members can pit one brother against another. A person was standing up to his brother in defense of the lies being told about my dad and two brothers are now angry with one another. I don’t know what all was said, but it is pathetic. My dad’s brother lied. They are saying that the nursy niece put the eviction on my dad cause of things that were said to her and her dearly beloved, but they were not there for the incident that led to my father receiving an eviction notice. It is clear who told them…they are all thick as thieves and about as saintly as one, but now family drama abounds even more.
My dad still has no place to go. Nowhere to call home. I do not know what is going to happen, but I can say that even if I get in trouble I’m about to start listing names. I contacted another lawyer…she is supposed to help me with names of others who may be able to help out my dad. It is bad when a lawyer will tell you that there is some crazy stuff going on and volunteer to help you out without charging you for the services that they have to offer. Luckily, she is also a high dollar, excellent lawyer. I pray the brother, sis-in-law, niece, and man all end up paying for what they have done. Their deceptions are unending…and they are nothing but a pack of liars. Even worse when it starts to turn more brothers against brothers.
Messed up part is; it is all because the family feels that my dad is not a good person or that I’m not a good person. My parents didn’t build a nice enough house, my dad drinks too much, I don’t have a large enough bank account to have earned my place on my parents land, my dad didn’t loan them enough money that they could refuse to pay back…something. Maybe dad’s sister wasn’t married enough times or I wasn’t married enough times so that I could keep up with her and therefore I’m unworthy? There has got to be something that they feel I’ve done, beyond have an affair 7-years-ago and give birth to a beautiful little boy. I’m not sure but it is all about the land and it is all about their hatefulness….
Today, January 24. I just put in a search for elderly abuse. In doing research that is what I do. I discover and I snoop and I look around to get the facts that are available to me. On a google search, I find headlines that were listed today….The Times-Gazette in io talking about elder abuse being prevalent. A woman being hit by a nurse on ABC13. And another on the Detroit Free Press. Does anyone else find this as repulsive as I do? As a society of people, human beings, how could we let it get to the point where our elderly are beat, robbed, and victimized on a daily basis? Are there any good people in the world still yet? Or all we just waiting on our final years to be victimized?
Jack Parkinson, didn’t ask for the hand that he was dealt and neither did the people who are like him. He didn’t ask to live his life planning for his final years to be content ones. He wanted to be a man who owned property until his dying days. His family took that from him and its nothing compared to some of the other abuse stories out there. It breaks my heart to know that so many are suffering. I am soon going to be 41…I’m a mom and a grandparent. If news reports are accurate and 1 in 9 elderly person will become a victim with perhaps as many as 5 reported cases going unreported for every one that is; what does that mean for my generation? Those of us who still have a few years to go before we turn 60 and our chances of being abused increase? It is terrifying to consider and kind of makes you question what do we fight so hard for in our life if we know that one day someone will decide that they want what we have and take it from us simply because they do not approve of our ways or feel that we are inadequate?
What happened to my dad is terrible. It is despicable what his family has done to him. No one deserves it, no one asks for it, and no one should have to deal with it. The messed-up part about it is; Jack Parkinson is not alone. There are people everywhere who, at the end of their life, have discovered that their family is their worst enemy. It is unfair, but it is something that most people seem to ignore. The ugly truth about elder abuse is that the world we live in fails to do anything about it.
What Is Elder Abuse?
According to Wikipedia the paraphrased, technical term for elder abuse is a single or repeated act that causes harm or distress to an older person, where there may have at one time been an expectation of trust. This shows that the elderly abuse definition implies that most all people who suffer from elder abuse are being abused by people that they trust in including; family members, caregivers, and friends. They need the help of those closest to them and then the other people take advantage of their needs.
If you look beyond that; the definition of elder abuse can be twisted and turned all around to meet specific needs. There is neglect, theft, physical abuse, and much more. It is anything that goes on to hurt the elderly.
Elder Abuse Statistics
When you look at the numbers, you will be astounded by the abuse that our older generations are suffering through. According to the National Council on Aging NCOA, approximately 1 in 10 Americans over the age of 60 will suffer from one type of abuse or another. There are estimates that as many as 5-million elders are being abused each year. If the person has a diagnosis of dementia; they increase their chances of abuse significantly.
Let Us Fight Elderly Abuse
The statistics for elderly abuse not good. Too many of our older generations, such as my dad, are victims. The people who do it are allowed to get away with it. There are no real consequences and it is hard to prove because of the “trust in family” thing that triggers their abuse. Our senior citizens are grown, they have the ability to think for themselves and make choices. That often hurts them, even if they were manipulated into making choices that they didn’t understand. In the case of Jack Parkinson, he was off medication, diagnosed with dementia, and had a UTI. Lawyers say, “he may not have been confused that day”. They are saying that he turned down $60,000.00 for his property 6-months before so that he could choose to give it away for nothing? Does that make logical sense to anyone else?
If we ever want the elderly abuse facts to change; we have to start working to change things. If someone were to steal from or abuse a child; they would be locked up without question. Why then was my dad’s brother able to steal his property, and no one has paid the price for it yet? Help me fight against elderly abuse. Join in my fight to ensure that no one forgets what was done to my dad and perhaps one day; no one will have to deal with abuse by their own family. Don’t be like me and wait until it hurts your grandparents or your parents. Let’s take a stand and start telling people the truth about elderly abuse.
Apparently, it isn’t just veterans those people will kick out. My dad got an eviction notice today. He took it very well…but it has ticked me off to no end. My dad, at 71 years old should not have to be thinking about where to live tomorrow? They gave him two weeks to move out. They say he needs to vacate the property that he has lived on for the past 30 years by the end of this month. Two weeks to pick up his entire life. Two weeks to leave the home that he and my mom built together. Two weeks to walk away from where he buried her ashes. Can you imagine the pain that he is holding inside of his heart? It was hard for me when they evicted me. It was one of the worst days for me…but I know it was nothing compared to my dad getting that notice today. How can families do that to their own? The eviction notice says that they fear for their safety because my dad, his nephew Allen and I have threatened them. I videoed the confrontation. My dad’s brother was saying that dad had said he was going to kill Allen and my dad said lifted a finger and said I could kill you. That was threatening. LOL As bad a shape as my dad is in right now, a finger is about all that he can lift, and they feel threatened? During all of this, I was telling people to calm down and let the brother speak. The only thing I have ever threatened is to make sure that everyone knows what was done to my dad. I don’t want anyone else to have to go through what my dad is going through. The threat from my dad’s nephew came after his dad basically called him a chicken. It is all on video. The brother double talking my dad trying to mess up his mind.
Why in the hell can’t they leave my dad alone? He wants to live his life, die in his home, and be buried with his wife. That’s it. In the eviction notice, they say that dad didn’t maintain the cleanliness that they provided…They cleaned once in 8 months. They did a half-assed job on it and the nurse was going to throw away her filthy socks after walking on the floor she just mopped? How long was he supposed to maintain? They say they got rid of old food; that’s all good, but they didn’t replace the food they threw away and none of them even offered to take him to a grocery store. Do you think they threw away his food and brought him dinner that night? NO. They threw away what little he had and said we are done…deal with it. They threw away the cord to his electric frying pan. They threw away bottles of iodine and some of the other older style medications that he and my mom had. Does iodine really go bad? Does frying pan cords? They say he eats rotten food and they won’t be held liable, but they do not volunteer to do him any favors. They wanted me off the property because they claimed I wasn’t taking care of him, yet when I lived there he had food at least once a day and would walk to my house for leftovers if he wanted it. But they are better?
My dad is 71…he is in bad health. He has an income of $700 a month and they want him to move away? They want him to vacate immediately so they can come in and tear down the things he built with his two hands alongside my mom. And this 71-year-old man is trying to figure out what he needs to do to be able to build a new home for himself, how he will survive long enough to build a home for himself, because that is all he knows how to do. He has never lived in a home that he didn’t put effort into building. Do you think they care? Watch for a video page…It’s coming soon. I want the world to see what type of double talking his brother was doing, and though I, unfortunately, cannot show the finger action that my dad did that was so much a threat, I think you will get the idea. I can’t show faces cause that could possibly be damaging to their “reputation”. But I truly wish you could see how giddy his brother was over the confrontation. He had a smug smile from start to finish and with my dad being just home from the hospital; dad played into his hands.
I do not know how, but I am going to get my dad’s story out there. I write for two people who have a good working knowledge of all things internet…I have asked for their help in making sure that people know my dad’s name. They make their living off SEO and all things similar. I was hoping to get this noticed without asking for help, but I am now asking for help. Please, help me by sharing my blog. Share it anywhere you can share it. I’m not seeking money. I’m not seeking personal fame. I am seeking to find a way to ensure that Jack Parkinson is not forgotten. I am seeking to find a way to put a true end to elderly abuse and all the pain that it causes people like my dad.
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…
For 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.
Hello, and welcome to my website. I sincerely hope that I can turn this into something beneficial for a lot of people and I do want to welcome anyone who visits.
This blog is going to be devoted to people who are a victim of abuse, especially elderly abuse, but really it can be about all abuse cases. You see, what has compelled me to write it is the simple fact that my father has become a victim of abuse by his own family. The people he grew up with and the brother he trusted completely. Because of that trust in his brother, my uncle (though I wish I could erase the fact we share the same genetics), and that brother’s wife, my dad has lost everything he spent 30 years of his life working for. I lost my home, the same home my parents built from the ground up and the home she passed away inside of, just 4 years ago, with me standing beside her in the living room.
The family deemed me unworthy of living there, even though I was the ONLY one there taking care of my father. My “UNCLE’S” wife admittedly overdosed my dad on his medication. IN front of a judge at my eviction hearing, (yes I tried to fight my removal) they promised to care for him and allow him to get things from the house that he wanted after I left. All they have done for him is fed him once, cleaned out his fridge once, and sold the property to someone else in the family. They are driving around in new cars, while my father sits and feels deceived.
I will talk more about his story in the coming days and then I hope to hear from others about their situation. Together we will strive to make those who have someone special in their family, fight for their safety instead of abusing them. Together we will celebrate the elderly and try to stand up for them. Even if it does not help the ones who are suffering today, my wish is that eventually, the abuse will end. For that reason, and that reason alone, I dedicate this entire blog to my father, Jack Parkinson of Meridian, GA., and his late wife, the greatest woman who ever lived, Patricia Johnson Parkinson.