A sad truth is that most of the people in these videos are no longer here. I’ve lost an entire family. I’d bet that my parents never expected that to happen…
I wish I could give more support to all the elderly, like my dad, who has had to deal with elder abuse in the way that he had to deal with it. I wish I could get my voice heard so that it could speak for him loudly enough to make a difference. I do not plan to give up yet….no matter what lemons may come. I miss you dearly Jack and Pat Parkinson!
Hello to everyone. It is now July and I’m still clueless about what is going on with my dad’s court case, mediation, and everything else. It is all such a run-around. I cannot help but think that I am getting screwed by the system. However, with that said, if nothing more comes out of this than me raising awareness about elder abuse and ensuring that my dad is not a forgotten soul; then my job may be done-with or without a court hearing.
The Run Around
I’ve been talking to two separate lawyers. This one refers me to that one who doesn’t have time and returns me to the first one. Each one says they have time, but then they don’t have time, and they are more concerned about my pocket than they are in really talking to me about the case. Both state that I got screwed over. Both say that they feel I have a case and should proceed, but then follow it up with, “Are you sure you can afford to fight?” DUH…if I wasn’t prepared to do what I had to do—I wouldn’t be here talking to you.
Up in the Air
Last I heard, we were supposed to be going to trial in July, but I’ve called the McIntosh County courthouse repeatedly and they aren’t telling me anything. Rumor has it; mediation should be done before a trial date is set, but even that is insane. One of the lawyers that I spoke to said that the people who screwed dad over was set to go to mediation. The other one, who was supposed to set it up, has dropped off the face of the earth. He isn’t returning calls or emails. All I was hiring them for was mediation…I’m content to settle out in mediation without going to trial, if Jack Parkinson’s family will agree to give a little. My goals for mediation were quite simple and easy to pull off…then we could all put the nightmare behind us. Maybe their lawyer figured out a way to work around mediation after all? I’m not sure. I wish I knew…but I’ve already discovered that their lawyer is the type of lawyer that gives other lawyers a bad name. She is a dishonest sort. The “countersuit” that they supposedly had on me, was a bluff. She tried to bluff me…Then tried to skip out on mediation in the courtroom by playing dumb before the judge. Shady is most likely her middle name…
With all that is going on with my dad’s case, I’ve decided to attempt to move forward. If not to gain something that is rightfully his or mine, then to further this website as much as humanly possible. I want to spread the word and make it easier for people to find out about my father. In the near future, I will be taking a more direct approach for this website and focusing my attention not just on my dad, but all elderly loved ones. The things that they need to be safe in their own home and free of worry over what their brothers, sisters, nieces, and more will cause them. Raising awareness of elder abuse and elder care is where we all have to start. Otherwise, we may one day be the elder who is abused by their family members. By the people that you trust the most in your life. Jack Parkinson’s story will be heard. He will never be “Just another statistic” and I’m praying that no one else has to become one either.
Just Seven Years
My son just turned 8. As a part of his birthday, I made a collage of him through the years. I found a lot of great pictures of him that I had forgotten about. Two of them hold a very special place in my heart now. One of Jack and one of Pat, both holding my youngest son in the house that they loved…Just over a year from these photos being taken, my mom would be gone. It is a difference between April 2011 and July 2012. It’s the year that hell came to McIntosh County Georgia and the one that shaped all others since it. Seven years. Seven years of hurt, anger, love, and loss. Seven years, during which I went from a happy person with two parents to love and their home to visit, to someone who has lost both their parents, the home that they built, and most things associated with them and their memories. Their life. Gone. In every way that a life can be erased. Just Seven Years.
I cannot stress enough; if you know someone who is suffering abuse or someone who has a diagnosis of dementia—–Fight for them and NEVER assume that you are able to protect yourself or them. I was blind and stupid. I thought I could protect my dad from himself. I believed if I took him to the doctor and I kept his family updated on his mental status changes, I could protect him from the vultures. Its never enough. The US government has laws that are supposed to protect senior citizens who are not able to help themselves, but then, they do nothing for the people who truly need it. My dad was hurt by his family. He was devastated by them and destroyed. There is no justice for him, because the hurt that was inside of him killed him. Even if the elder in your life is loved by all who is near them; protect them from themselves as soon as dementia comes up. Otherwise, a snake can strike in the blink of an eye and their entire life will have been lived for nothing. Don’t let it happen to your family. Your loved ones. It sounds wrong to want to have someone, a parent or a grandparent, declared incompetent, but you should declare the person incapacitated. It is the ONLY way to protect them and it should be done ASAP after dementia is diagnosed. However, the trick is, they must be far enough “demented” to be documented, but not so far that they cannot legally make the agreement.
Jack Parkinson Lost
My dad had four snakes waiting for the right opportunity. He never stood a chance, and neither did I. I tried protecting someone with dementia and I failed. A million videos, a million text messages saved, doctor records, a will, last wishes and the fact that the world knew my mom and dad wanted me to have their home at the end of their life, etc.; none of it was enough for the greedy who wanted more. The Brother and Sister in law, their buddies. They had everything they could want, but it wasn’t enough. They wanted to take what my parents had and destroy it. The devils blood flows in their veins and throughout their heart. Whether the case for my dad is won or lost…God will never manage to save them. It is written in my parent’s blood, sweat, and tears.
April 24, 2018
I have never been in a courtroom enough to see two lawyers butt head…But I managed to on this day. First, the foursome’s lawyer pulled me aside and tried really hard to find out if I’d drop the case. I said, “no”. So, she came back stating that they would not sue me for their legal fees if I agreed to drop it now. That kind of annoyed me. I did not know that they were suing me for their legal fees, but the idea that they would say, “we will drop it, so you do not have to pay $3,000.00 irked me.” I mean $73,000-dollar piece of land vs $3,000. First and foremost, My dad invested more than they invested in a lawyer before he died…and Allen could have matched it with what he put into above and beyond what dad put into it. She must not be that great a lawyer…Plus, their rush to end it, makes me think they are scared. Anyway…I told her “NO. I have a case and I’m not quitting”. Then, Mr. Tucker came into the room and I pretty much fell down waiting to get out of the courtroom….
The Lawyers Go Head to Head
In 30 seconds or less, I got to watch the foursome’s lawyer fail. She stood up and immediately stated that she wanted it to go to trial that day. Mr. Trucker piped up with, “that’s not possible. It is slated to be a jury trial and there is no jury. They haven’t even done mediation yet.” Their lawyer looked at the judge and said, “I don’t remember seeing that.” To which the lawyer that I had spoken to for less than an hour the day before, asked for my files and produced the document that would prove it was a jury trial and said, “Its right here”. Their lawyer shuffles paper for a minute and says, “I’m sorry your honor. It was my oversight.” And she went to sit down. I thanked Mr. Tucker and walked out. The foursome walked out before we did, and one of them stated, I think it was dads brother, “I knew it wouldn’t work”. They tried to force my hand and failed…in front of a judge. I cannot imagine that puts them in a positive light. I say, perhaps it is no wonder they only have paid her $3,000. Anyway…the judge said since it has to go to mediation before trial, he suggested we do mediation as soon as possible. So, we continue to fight elder abuse for a little longer. Not that my fight will ever end.
After the Courtroom
The foursome’s lawyer somehow found my email by Wednesday after court, suggesting we set up a mediation immediately. It was stated in court that I was searching for legal council still, so I used that. She told me that she would be in contact on Monday to find out about a date. On Friday, before then, I talked to another lawyer who may be interested in taking the case, which once again gets their lawyer off me…However, a week later and still no word as to whether he will actually take the case or not. I am praying that he does. Without him, I am not sure that I will stand a chance. I never would have caught that there were other things to do before going to a jury trial like Tucker did. I am 100% grateful that he was there for me to stand up with me…and if his caseload wasn’t so heavy, I’d gladly be hiring him, just as a thank you for what he did on April 24. Either way, for now, Jack Parkinson’s battle is still raging on!!!!
Hoping for a Continuance
I asked them what were the chances that I could get a continuance. The lady at the court house said only that the judge would talk more to a lawyer than he will to me. I asked her what was the courtroom visit going to be regarding? She said you are the executrix of the estate. Duh, I kind of already know that. I asked is it a pretrial hearing where the judge will ask if I’m ready for trial or what? She said you are executrix. Just show up with a lawyer. “I have no lawyer”. I suggest you get one. Now, this call happened on Wed and I have to be in the court room come Tuesday. Am I the only one who doesn’t have a few grand simply lying around waiting on me to “find a lawyer”, secure a lawyer, and get them in the court room in six days prepared to speak on my behalf? This is even during a weekend, which cuts my timeline down to four days…
I was content to just show up. I may have lost the case by doing so, but at least I showed up for it. A great friend of mine attempted to search for a lawyer and work out some deals with him, etc. The lawyer has requested I send him all the pertinent information about the case, so he can get an idea of what may be going on before we meet up Monday morning at 9am. At that time, he will decide if he wants the case or not. His words, I don’t want to look like an idiot when I stand before the judge. Makes sense to me…(I was the idiot when I went there on Feb. 27th and was not looking forward to it again). Judges are not happy when you stand up and say “Uhhhh”. LOL. Anyway…I need a lot of luck, so hopefully someone, somewhere, is sending good vibes my way. One cool thing about this all is that because my friend went to church with a couple lawyers, and they are friends with other lawyers. There has been an unexpected twist to it all.
A Helping Hand When I Need It
My friend is friends, through the church, with a guy that is pretty high up the food chain. He was at one time a senator. He knows the new lawyer that we are talking to, also through the church, and has promised to help with advice if needed. He has even gone so far as to say that if the new lawyer decides to NOT take the case, then he personally will stand beside us come Tuesday morning. :O Needless to say, I am impressed. If you have a freaking senator on your side…that could be a major helping hand. Makes me wish I had followed politics a little more so that I would know more about his background, but I Have the hopes that it will bode well for Tuesday and beyond.
Why My Fight Continues
I have almost given up on fighting…What’s the point? I’m a poor girl who has lost both parents and everything that they cherished. Seems a waste of effort to battle a case to get their property back knowing that the home they built together has been left open to the elements and needs to be bulldozed. I’ve lost what matters. Why spend thousands on a lawyer that I cannot afford? Because if I do not fight, then I cannot win or lose. I just become a quitter. Because Elder Abuse happens to those we love everyday and if we do not choose to take a stand then it will never get better. Because all my life I’ve just kind of gone with the flow and never fought for anything I believed in. I promised my dad before he passed away that his name; Jack Parkinson, would never be forgotten. That his name would live on long after he passed away. Not just for the houses he built or the fact that the people in his small town knew of him, but because he was a victim of elder abuse and his fight would continue.
Never Give Up
One thing I have to tell others is “never give up”. If you feel that there is an elder abuse situation staring you in the face, fight it with all that you can. I recently found another website that is devoted to ending elder abuse. It has a lot to say about the topic that I’ve been dealing with for nearly two years now. It gives you perspective when you see that you are not the only one struggling to get beyond the pain of financial elder abuse and other types of pain that our loved ones deal with daily.
Keeping your eye on the price is vital to everything I do right now. I’m working hard to get ahead so that I can pay a new lawyer to represent us the way that my dad should have been represented all along. Part of this includes paying off old bills so that I can get money saved up. No one but me is going to fight this battle, so I have to keep focused on what comes next. It isn’t always easy to do, but determination will see me through on it. I’ll do it for Jack Parkinson, Patricia Parkinson, myself, and my three wonderful, beautiful, children. They are the ones who did not ask to be hurt by an evil family. They should have been allowed to hold their memories and have it be a part of their future.
You can find the gofundme by clicking here. Any and all help will be greatly appreciated. Love you all!
There is not a day that goes by when I do not think of him in some way. Sometimes it is a thought of how smooth his skin was, how soft his hair was, or some other generic thought. Most day’s it hits me out of no where…the thought, “I wish I could go speak to my dad today”, or “I wish today I could go home and be near where he and my mom built their lives together”. I could honestly handle losing both my parents within 5 years of each other if there was something solid to hold onto. Or maybe if I had simply had the choice to sell out or keep the home that they loved and built together, it would somehow be more okay. It is devastating to know that my dad wanted nothing more than to be placed on his land with my mom and still after nearly a year…his ashes sit in an urn in the living room where I am staying, while she is there where he put her…waiting on his return. There should be some law that makes it so that a person’s final wishes must be kept or the person who denies their final wish will be put into a jail cell…missing out on something that they desire in life.
Pray for Jack Parkinson
I know that my dad is gone and some say that once that happens, the person knows nothing more. But he was so unhappy being taken advantage of during the final year of his life by those he trusted the most, that I cannot help but think he needs closure. I believe in my heart that he isn’t resting peacefully because he is in an urn rather than with my mom. I believe in my soul that he will not rest as long as someone else is holding his land, the land that he was tricked into giving away. I beg everyone who reads this to pray that I will be successful so that my dad can go home and the two of them can be together in death as they wanted to be. It isn’t fair to keep their ashes apart in death because of a group of people’s greed in life. Pray for us all, please.
My Not So Nice Wishes
I personally am in a horrible place. I want to go by my parents home to see what is left…what more they have destroyed, but I cannot bring myself to go near the home that I loved. That my parents built and that my family wanted. Not the thieves part of my family, but my kids…the rightful people who should have been allowed to call it theirs. I still say that the house and land are cursed and all who touch it will suffer. My uncle will one day face child abuse charges for the molestation that he did to me, my daughter, and several other young girls. The nurse who doesn’t turn him in will lose her license for covering and perhaps even encouraging the molestation of others to take place. The same thing for the social worker…and I want them all to end up divorced. LOL. There is justice in that. They deserve the pain that my dad felt knowing his own family had turned their backs on him and stolen everything he cared about from him. I still say that the last year of my dad’s life, almost to the day, was hell on Earth since he became an elder abuse victim at the hands of his own family. His own flesh and blood. His own brother and sister in law. I want to rectify it. I want to see justice done and I will be trying to tell his story until my last breath. I have not changed my mind on that.
Elder Abuse Hurts
As you can tell, I am still stinging. My dad’s ashes sit here instead of being put on his property where he wanted them to be. I look at “him” daily. He deserves more. He deserves the final wishes that his “family” deprived him of so far. Elder abuse is a sin against God and those who claim to love HIM should not be allowed to do so after hurting him the way they did. My dad was a devoted Baptist. He didn’t go to church or live his life as a saint…but he never would have abused his family the way they abused him…and they are devoted Jehovah witnesses and Presbyterians.