My dad and I talked more. He feels horrible because, in essence, they stole mom. They took her cemetery away from us both. He says it makes him sick. He wants to work on his home, the storm tore up his screens on his screened in porch, but he feels he shouldn’t try to do what he wants to do because of them. My dad is upset almost to tears because he knows that soon he will watch them destroy the home that he and my mom built. He wishes they would let him tear it down. He says he would save the wood and find a new piece of land for himself to build a home. Then he would be out of their hair. It is pitiful that he would then have to leave what little he has left of my mom. One day these people are going to kill him. He is going to grieve himself to death simply because he chose to trust in the people he called family. The family that was determined to screw him over and hurt him the biggest way that they could. I have faith in only one thing…God knows what they have done and justice will come to them all. I’d sell myself to the devil if I could make it happen before they stole the life that my dad has left to him.
More lawyers will be consulted this week. As well as more letters to the government. Sooner or later, I’ll make the right connection or I will die trying.