Dad’s Family Strikes Again!

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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.

Supporting Jack

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!

Times Are Tough

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Jack ParkinsonSince Jack Parkinson passed away, things have been crazy. I finally stopped crying over losing him, but it still does not seem real. I have his ashes sitting in my home, so I know that he isn’t coming back, but I still randomly think I wish someone would pinch me and wake me up from the nightmare. It hurts to not have him here with me. My dad drove me nuts for nearly 5 years. We had our ups and downs. We had our times of laughter and of anger.

Missing My Dad

At times I was so completely done fighting with him that I’d swear I wouldn’t spend another day trying to help him. But now, I’d give anything to talk to him for a few more minutes. I wish I could go back to the Tuesday before he passed away when in the car, we rode mostly in silence and then I rushed off that evening possibly without saying I love you. I’d go back and make sure that I told him I loved him. I’d go back and talk to him more that day. We were both preoccupied. I’d talk to him more once we got back to his house about the things he wanted to do once the property was returned to him. Hell, if I could go back to the Wednesday before he died; I’d go to his house and spend even more time talking to him.Jack Parkinson, Elderly Abuse

There are no takebacks, though. I cannot travel through time and make things right. I cannot say all that I want to say. I cannot go back and take more photos of him – just so I’d have them. It is not fair, but it is the way life works. It was NOT his time to go yet. God should have let him stay here for a little while longer. His great-grandchild loved him and so did everyone else he knew, but his great grand will not remember him. He should have had the chance to remember him.

The Price of Elder Abuse

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Missing Dad Makes Me Miss Mom More As Well

There is no doubt in my mind that the elderly abuse he suffered at the hands of the family is what ended his life. He wasn’t allowed to stay in a nursing home after surgery because he had no property. He wasn’t able to remember his medications, even though I laid them out in his pill container weekly. He wasn’t ready to function at home alone, but I was removed from the property. Part of me feels that because I told his brother that I’d move in with dad when he got home if he needed me to, was part of the reason that they attempted to kick him off the property. As far as I’m concerned, his death is on their hands. The sad part is; they will never face a murder charge. They will never face jail time for killing him. They will never suffer what he suffered and they will never lay in a bed for 24 hours after they have passed on; because no one cared enough to watch over him, except Allen and I and we were sent away from there to live in another county 40 miles away. Where is the justice for my dad?

Jack Parkinson; Walking with Angels 7/5/1945-2/23/2017

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Friday was a very sad day. It is the day that I found my dad’s body lying in his bed. I found him at about noon…It was sudden and absolutely 100% unexpected. It has shaken me to the core. The truly messed up part of it is…his death could have been prevented possibly had I been closer to monitor his medications a little more.

Jack Parkinson’s Final Days

Last Saturday, I saw my dad. We went shopping and he got pants to wear. Some very nice dress pants. He also put money down on a chair that would make it easier for him to get up and down….It was one of those chairs that have the lift in it.  He was so excited and I had hoped to get it out for him before the third. when his check would come in. While there, I filled up his pill container, as I always do on Saturdays. I noticed that his pill container was not as empty as it should be and he stated that he would forget sometimes. He also wanted me to give him his night meds at like 2 pm.  I told him that it was important he takes his medications all the time and that he didn’t need to take his night pills that early in the afternoon because doing so he could be taking medications too close together. He said he would try to take everything the way he was supposed to. We talked about the property and his hopes. I told him that I couldn’t wait to come back home because I missed our morning coffee time. Every morning when I lived there, he and I would get together and drink coffee. If there was a morning when he didn’t walk to my mom’s house- I would go to his and check on him to make sure he was okay.

I saw him again on Tuesday. We had to run to the lawyer’s office to sign some medical release forms so they could pull more of his medical records. My dad was very emotional. We talked about his and mom’s house. He was talking about the rebuild and things that he wished to do to both houses once we got the property back. He talked about the table that he sits at all the time….one of the last things he and my mom built together before she got sick… He talked about his dogs…saying he couldn’t believe they wanted him to get rid of his animals. He said that he would never get rid of Holly and Trooper. He talked about how he couldn’t move away from his home. He said physically he couldn’t do it…I told him he wouldn’t have to do any of it. We talked about his heart surgery…he asked me if he had only been gone a few days. I told him he was gone about a month and a half and he began crying. He said he didn’t think he had been away that long. I told him only that they had to make sure he got better both physically and mentally, but that yes, he had been away for a while. He then asked what the papers meant that he had signed. I told him it was to ensure the lawyer could get the medical records he needed. That it would further prove he was maybe not thinking clearly at the time of signing the land over…and that his health had suffered since doing so. I never tell my dad he has dementia and that the lawyer is trying to prove he has dementia. My dad is a proud man….and I know it hurts him to know and hear it…but on that Tuesday, when I sugar coated his mental status in our talk, he looked at me and he said,-you know I’m not always thinking clearly. I then said, “no. you don’t always think clearly. We have had a lot of rough patches…:

Discovering Dad

I wish I had known then that Tuesday would be the last time I talked to him. When I left I told him I’d be back on Thursday but to call me if he needed anything before then. I had forgotten that Thursday was my 2-yr old grandchild’s birthday. I also got caught up with some other issues. Toward Thursday evening I had the thought that my dad should have called by now…but it was late enough in the evening that I wouldn’t call him. He is an early to bed type…often in bed by 6-7pm. 

On Friday morning I got up and attempted to call. He didn’t answer. I got worried and immediately began getting dressed to go. I tried to call once more on my way to his house….I still didn’t get an answer. I decided to wait on getting him smokes because I expected him to want to go to town. He liked to get out sometimes…I arrived at his house at noon. He wasn’t at the table…he wasn’t in his old recliner. I called out from his bedroom door when I saw him in bed. I walked up to him and touched him….30 seconds later I began crying and called 911. It took forever for them to show up. I remember at one time looking at the clock and it was 12:30. There were police, there were EMTs, there were coroners, and investigators. there were people everywhere….Asking questions and taking down information while expressing condolences. It seemed like a lifetime passed by…but in reality, it was only an hour or so.

The EMTs and everyone say that it looks like my dad suffered a massive heart attack and then asphyxiated on his vomit. They said that they could tell with his pill container that he was sporadic at taking his medications. Since he was on blood thinner and taking it off schedule, there is a chance that he had a clot that broke loose or something else going on. They said that when you are on blood thinners, you have to stick to it or you take a chance….If only I had been there to remind him to take his morning and evening pills like I use to be, my dad would still be here…Do you know how devastating that is? 

Giving My Dad a Voice Against Elderly Abuse 

I contacted my dad’s lawyer….When we get a certificate of death the lawyer wants to meet up. We can take dad’s name off the case and put my name there instead. We are going forward with it all….My dad will never have his day in court, but perhaps through me…..I can still ensure his voice is heard. It is not fair….All he ever asked was to be allowed to live his life on his property until he died and then he wanted his ashes to be put with my mom’s. The family took his property….and tried to remove him from it. Because of all this BS, I cannot put his ashes with hers…The only final wishes that he has had so far is he died at home and the cremation will be done by the same people that cremated my mom. The best that I can hope for now is that I can get the property back for him…It is my battle now. 

Dad’s Depression Over Mom’s Home

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I do not understand the people that swiped my dad’s property. Upon hearing that he was going to fight against them, they have put even more interest in the property that is his. They have been by twice in the last few days, whereas for the last 9 months, they have stopped by maybe monthly. That’s not to say that they actually do anything while there. They seem to simply walk around and look at the destruction they have caused to my Mom’s house. I think it excites them to know they are hurting my dad and I. I think it makes them tremble with joy to destroy goodness. They are letting the house rot before they put effort into tearing it down. The home and the property look terrible. It breaks my heart to see it from the outside.

Momma’s House

My dad says that I should look inside, but that it would make me cry. I told him honestly, I don’t want to see what they did to it….I’d be pissed. Luckily, I took photos of it on the day that I left. I can show them to the lawyer and if dad wins his case; we expect them to pay for rebuilding what they have destroyed. That is already in the paperwork. Already we know that the floors have to be replaced and that is going to include having to remove the kitchen cabinets, reflooring, repainting, and who knows what other issues are present structurally. Then you get into the wiring that has probably been destroyed by critters in the 6 months since they had it turned off, replacing the breaker box to get the power back on, and more.

Hoping to Rebuild

I pointed out to my dad that we will virtually have to rebuild the home to be able to live in it again. He points out that he isn’t in the condition to do the work. He says that for himself, he would have charged someone 6-7000.00 just to do the kitchen in the house, but he isn’t strong enough to do it now. I assured him that I would do the work that I could if he would teach me how to. It would be worth it. I just want my mom’s life to be brought back into the home. They have sucked her out of it. Destroyed her dreams and her home. Walked over and stomped on her memory. I wish there was a part of me that would tromp over them as they have done to her.

Jack Parkinson’s Depression Over It All

My dad is feeling the stress and strain. It is not good for his mentality or his heart. The uncertainty of it. The pain of seeing what they have allowed to happen to his wife’s home. They said they didn’t want it. They said that he was too crazy to decide on it and then they pressured him into it so that they would have to see it rot away. I hate it for him. He is such a good-hearted man once you get through the shell that he puts up for most others to see. He is getting snappy at me and others who are close to him. It is so similar to the depression that he was going through when his brother deceived him. It scares me.

Jack Parkinson’s Day in Court is Coming

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elder abuse jewelIt has been a while since I posted. The reason for it was simple…My dad has decided to fight back against his degenerate family tree. I am proud that he wants to stand up for himself. Many elder abuse victims feel defeated and never fight back. My dad is fighting for his home and his rights as a human being. It is timid at best…and there is a chance that I will be the one footing most of it. To me; it is worth it since he is at least saying, “You will not kick me anymore.” We have an excellent lawyer who upon seeing all the facts in our case told my dad, “You got screwed over.” Upon talking to him more about the situation; he feels that my dad has a fighting chance; if not to get the property then to at least get the money he is owed plus compensation for pain and suffering that he has to feel at the hands of his family tree. It is a case that is going to superior court and I hope to use it to gain even more attention for everyone who is a victim of elder abuse.

The Proof of Abuse

In the case of Jack Parkinson; I documented everything from day one. I have medical records and his family tree stating for years that my dad was NOT in his right mind; even as it pertained to his property and decisions regarding it. I have videos and texts, FB messages, and more. I also have written proof to a lawyer that they lied to my dad and to the lawyer claiming that they had no knowledge of my dad’s mental impairment. (they are idiots). If you want to play dumb; don’t leave a paper trail that traces back to you. LOL. Beyond that; I have medical records before, during, and after the paper was signed stating that my dad didn’t have all of his ducks in a row at that time. The lawyer has found proof that there is a lien on the property which proves high and mighty nurse with her spouse are not as high and mighty as they pretend. All total, my dad stands to gain $250,000, plus lawyer/court fees, his property put back into his possession, or potentially jail time for the offenders if they are busted on one of several felonies. Honestly, with all the proof that has been found regarding my dad’s case; if someone doesn’t go to jail-I will have serious doubts about the validity of our judicial system. Especially with Adult protective services and a lawyer with MANY years standing behind my dad and I.

For this reason, I am asking everyone who thinks that someone they love is a victim of financial abuse or if it is you personally being victimized; keep a record and keep your proof. It could be the key to proving it all in the event that you choose to stand up for yourself or those you love. The bigger the paper trail is; the more likely you will succeed. Even if you do not succeed, you can at least show the abusers that you are not going to lay down and be treated like a dog.

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When considering a court case; the potential risk is definite. My dad could lose everything and not gain from it at all. It is scary. He has a lot of hopes and dreams that his family wants to take away from him. The bonus is; a court case could easily be made public. Names and all of that could be revealed. All of McIntosh county will know that the saints are not saintly. The doctors and nurses that work with them will know that they steal from elderly dementia patients and that will be good in ways. I’d hate for any of them to lose their job, but their reputation deserves a stain. If they were as pristine as they pretend; they wouldn’t be facing a court battle for doing what they have.

Help For Jack Parkinson

However, in as much as a promised to never ask for money from friends or family; I may one day have to break my word. At this time, I have a PayPal me link…You do not have to send money. I prefer that you don’t if you cannot afford to do so. Anything that you do send, will go toward helping my dad. With the family’s deception; he has lost his chance to go into a nursing home for care for the next 6 years according to his lawyer. In the event that he needs a place to live; he isn’t going to get there on looks alone and I do feel that the lawyer fees are going to eat us a new one. LOL, I’m not afraid of the cost of fighting…but I am afraid that we will invest everything we have in fighting and then have nothing to sit on for the unfortunate “What Ifs” that may come later on. Therefore, if you are able to help, even by just a dollar, it will be appreciated by us all. Eventually, I may also set up a gofundme for my dad; but I don’t want to do that. I’m not one to beg and I’m not one to steal. I’m not a true Parkinson and I’m proud of it.

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Hope for Jack Parkinson

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Things are getting interesting where my dad is concerned. I cannot say much today because of a few things that are going on, but with any luck at all- we have found some help for my dad. Lord knows, Jack Parkinson deserves something good after the last year.

A Year of Elder Abuse by Family

It is hard to believe that it has been a year of pain for him. A year since he took himself off his medication and a year since he got in my face and things turned ugly. A year since I wrote his brother and wife a note asking them to leave him alone…Nearly that long since the quit deed was put in front of my dad as a contract….and he signed it thinking he would be able to pay off his loan to his brother. So many things have happened. He has cried so many tears. None of which did he deserve. He doesn’t deserve the eviction either…Not after they gave their word to a lawyer, a judge, and to other people that they did not wish him harm and that he would have a place for the rest of his life. I told them all nearly a year ago, to leave my dad alone and not to hurt him anymore than they had already. They still try…and they still succeed. One day it will stop…It has to.


He is my dad, we were not close until my mom got sick. But I’ve never met a man more deserving of kindness than he is… and it is devastating to see that his family has chosen to abuse him in so many ways. They are greedy and mean people. They are not my family anymore and I pray that my children and all of my future generations never hear their name after all of this is said and done. I wish that I could forget their names. Never see their faces. Never remember the pain that they have caused. But, I know that it is not possible for me to do that. I will have to remember, so that I can continue to speak out against the things that people are doing to our senior citizens.

Dad’s Eviction is Now Official

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My dad has received his official eviction notice. It came to him on Feb. 3. I cannot say that I am surprised, but I will say that I am disappointed. You would think that family, a social worker, and a nurse that deals mostly with elderly people would not want to see a man removed from his home. But, what do I know about it? Perhaps that is why I opted years ago, to not become a doctor, nurse, or a social worker…I have too much heart for the profession. Being a janitor, was never a potential thing that I wanted to do, so I cannot say one way or another what that can do to a person. Instead, I’ll stick with my blogs and career as a writer. I will stick with trying to become an advocate against elderly abuse and try to continue to spread the word about what is being done to Jack Parkinson, the kindest man I can think of who is being punished by his family for some unknown reason.

What Happens Next in Our Fight Against Elder Abuse?

Even though the eviction notice has arrived…I’m not giving up the fight forElder Abuse my dad and he isn’t giving up either. He is even more determined to plead his case, even if it does not gain him his property back. I am going to be there beside him through it all. No one deserves to feel what he is. All abuse is wrong, but there is something truly devastating about having your own family turn their back on you at the end of your life on this Earth. Next week, we have more appointments with a lawyer who will attend the eviction hearing with us, if he can prepare for it before the judge says we are due to be in court. He may be able to get an extension on it. That is my hope. My dad is not strong enough for the shit they are putting him through. Even his physical therapists and home nurses are concerned about his well-being if he has to move away right now. The family doesn’t care at all. They have pure greedy selfishness in their hearts and I am ashamed of the fact that we share a bloodline. If I could figure out a way to drain out all of my blood and replace it with blood that hasn’t been sullied by them, but still kept my parents genetics flowing through me, I would gladly do so. The only problem is; if I could figure out how to do it for myself, I’d also erase their evil from my kids, my grandson, and all future people who will be born into my family line. They are simply that disgusting to me and I do imagine that the feeling is quite mutual. :).

I mean, I’m nothing like any of them. I have a smaller bank account, haven’t been married who knows how many times (I’ve only taken that walk once…all of them have made multiple trips and some have done so more than most people in this world), I haven’t been a doctor or a nurse that couldn’t show empathy for an elderly person, and I never promised to take care of a person’s needs only to clean their house one time, throw away their items, and refuse to replace them. I’ve never thrown out groceries and replaced my socks before buying that person food or at least fixing them dinner for a couple nights Against Elder Abuseuntil they could find a ride to the store. I’ve always felt they were all a bunch of stuck up biddies, and even my mom said it before she passed away that the nurse was so stuck up she would drown in a rainstorm, but I never thought that their money would cause them to be satanic toward my dad…who has never done anything wrong toward any of them, until they stole his land and turned their back on him. It is made even worse by the fact that the two people he absolutely did not want to touch it, own everything he values, including my mom’s cemetery. Which is another fact that we plan to fight against. They desecrate her home, they won’t think twice about doing it to her resting place. If that happens, I pray someone also does it to the nurse’s son.

Sorry, I shouldn’t say that. I won’t sink to their level of despicableness.

Planning Ahead…

I’m not sure what the plans are from here, except hope and pray that the devils do not win this round against Jack Parkinson. They have won every other skirmish but the battle against the elderly abuse of my dad has not started yet. There will be no defeat for him or for myself. You simply need to start sharing his story. Help me spread the word. Together we can make it noticeable and perhaps change the laws before someone in your own family is forced to suffer as he has.

Its a Sad Night for Me…Thinking Too Much

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I was browsing FB tonight and found an article that I thought was absolutely beautiful. All I’ve done since my mom passed away is pissed people off…I did the best that I could for her when she was alive and now I face the cold hard fact that my dad may go soon as well. He and I were never close while my mom was alive. She was the friend and confidant. She was the one I talked to about my troubles and told my wishes to. With her passing, my dad became the one I talked to about things that were going on in my life. She asked me to love her home and take care of my dad. She asked me to stay close to him and I’ve tried til the evil family removed me from Jack and Pat Parkinson’s land.  They destroyed her hopes. They destroyed her home. They are selfish and conniving. And I fear that they will soon murder my dad. All it will take is being removed from what little he has left of my mom. Even her ashes will be left there because they have deemed themselves better and more deserving than him or I.  Oh well. Cant change the hold that satan has on them, but you can read the article that made me cry  if you want to. Just visit the link below



My Dad Was Questioned…

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Yesterday my dad was questioned by the new property owner….They asked whether he was still falling down. My dad said honestly that he was. Had fallen the other day and hurt his hip. I think he shouldn’t be so honest with thieves. I expect an eviction to be legally posted soon. They say him falling is a liability, but not one of them will get off their butt to help him. I had told my uncle two days before he was released from the hospital that I’d move in with my dad if need be. Then the eviction came in and since I work and homeschool my son using a computer; it is not practical to move out there for a week. I also have that conversation recorded and am waiting to post it to see what happens next. I’d love to stop him from falling. They didn’t give him a chance to heal up or get his strength back after surgery and before the eviction notice. They didn’t give me a chance to move in and help him be stronger. If he has to move cause of them playing God over property that I will spend my life fighting for; they are dooming him to a camper or worse. They think the quality of his home is lacking right now….LOL Do they care? Doubt it. No one gives a shit about Jack Parkinson, but me.

Seeking Justice for My Dad

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It is beginning to look like we may have a few other charges to tack on to this situation with Jack Parkinson. It is more than a case of elderly abuse. The charges we are looking at now are much more impressive and could end up with a few of the crew being charged with misdemeanors and perhaps a felony or two. I wish that I could write about it here, but I do not want to say too much at this time for legal reasons. I wouldn’t want to give the offending parties a chance to find a wormhole to wiggle through. I am so glad that I am smart enough to look at all different aspects of a situation.

Learn More About Abuse of an Elder

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I found this on the web and I’m unsure of who to give credit to, but thank you. It is something I remind myself of constantly and I hope it is within my reach.

The internet opens up a lot of doorways when it comes to finding valuable information. It goes way beyond elderly abuse data, which is where I have been stuck since all of this started. Elder abuse by family is what got this ball rolling, but every second of every day; I find other stuff to pin on them. Perhaps, even though I may not be able to make elderly abuse stick, I will be able to ensure they are all punished for other crimes that they have committed.

This website is an elder abuse journal. If you suspect that an elder family member or loved one is being abused; I recommend that you create a journal of what you are seeing as well. It could be the key to successfully ending the abuse before you end up suffering as my father has. Physical abuse of an elder is easy to prove. A single photo and a phone call to the police can do a lot to make it stop. The abusive person will immediately be punished by the law and restraining orders can be put on the person if they are free until a trial takes place. Other elderly abuse signs are not that easy to prove. You will need documents and you may even need to try and video things that are not quite right.

The Law Will Win and So Will Jack Parkinson

For years, I have used my cell phone to record negative things in my life and things that were happening to my dad. For more than 6 months, I have documented things that were going on in my dad’s life with his family. The dates are off because I had to rebuild this website, but the general facts are still there. Police records are being located so that I have further documentation of what all has gone on. My lawyer says that will be very helpful in the near future as a way to back up some of the things that have happened to my dad and myself. All of it will be turned over to them this week. I’ve stated quite clearly that I want someone to pay for what they have done…and I will not rest until they have. I don’t care if it is money for pain and suffering, jail time, or my dad getting the property that he loves back into his name.