It was Thomas Wolfe who said "You can't go home" back in the early 1900's. He was right. I lost the home that I have known since August of 2001.
It all started on an innocent Mother's Day 2023.
Every year Bob (Robert D. Rands who is currently interned at Belcrest Memorial Park in Salem, Oregon) and I always enjoyed our yearly treat of a Mother's Day buffet at our favorite Asian restaurant. We got to know the new owner while there and supped as usual. With full bellies we went home content in our feast.
His phone rang. It was his childhood friend from 70 years ago that now lives in Hawaii. Bob then started looking ill. He told his friend bye then told me to get his digitalis. I gave him one and then another. He then requested a call to 911.
As he was clutching his chest (as he had congestive heart failure for the last 2 decades) I am crying, screaming and pleading with 911 to hurry. By the time they arrived he lost consciousness. They had a tough time extricating him from the electric lay-z-boy. They put him on the floor and proceeded with CPR. I went out to the front porch so they could do their job. A medic came out and asked me if he had a DNR. I said that if he did it would be on the fridge. It took them 15 minutes to bring him back but he was still out cold. The same medic then came back to me and said to be not alarmed when they remove him from the house that he was on a ventilator. I was stunned and in shock to see him in that state. I knew this was the end of him. I then called Martha.
Martha was Bob's daughter's best friend of 45 years (they are no longer friends due to what Bob's daughter did) as she had all of Bob's legal documents and medical directives and was only 90 minutes away. Bob's daughter was 3000 miles away. Martha and I met up at the hospital. Martha spoke with his daughter and they agreed on how he should be medically treated. They agreed to keep him ventilated so his daughter would have time to fly from Maryland to Oregon and his son and family from Florida to say good-bye to their father. It's now about one a.m. and we are tired with emotional drainage. I said my good-bye to him. As I held his hand I softly spoke to him thanking him for all that he is and was to me. I then had to leave. I could no longer stand to see his body twitching. Martha and I then went back to the house.
Once at the house I sat on the couch with my mind going everywhere. Martha started poking around the house to see what needs to be done. His daughter (I'll call her bitch and douche will refer to her husband) is set to arrive the following day at nine p.m. She is told to leave the douche in MD so that her brother can come and say good-bye. NO ONE likes her husband at all! In fact Bob put in his will that douche is not to get any part of his estate.
I think I managed a few hours of sleep then moped round the house until 11 p.m. the next night. My anxiety level was surreal. By guesstimation, the bitch should be arriving any minute. Now I don't want any confrontation or whatever so I leave the house and I am driving all over town. Fight or flight. Come two a.m. I figure she's not coming. Come to find out she did arrive, ate a nice steak/lobster dinner then laid her head to rest at the nicest hotel in town. She didn't even go to the hospital.
A few more tick-tocks and some sleep Martha arrives at the house. We talk for a bit and I then leave to get us some food. As I turn the corner I see a face that is familiar (from photos). It's the douche! She brought the douche! And... their little dog too! Needless to say this pisses off her brother (Saint) and his wife (Angel) as he now loses $1,100 in airfare and they won't have the chance to say good-bye. I circle the block coming around to see that they are trying to be sneaky and park behind the house/garage so the rental car can not be seen. By now I am frantically texting and calling Martha to no avail. So, I lurk.
Apparently they are trying to get into the house without a 24 hr. notice. Oh boy they went nuts and called the police. The douche is all sorts of rottenness. So awful that the police had to demand that he go back to the car and park his fat ass. Then Martha calls me and apprises me of what's going on. I am asked to come back.
I do return but I do not leave my car and I am sure to keep the engine running with the doors locked and the window cracked just enough for a conversation. The bitch walks up and wants to sell me the house knowing full well that I have no job. What does she want me to do? Pay her in food stamps? She then makes demands for this/that. Martha protests saying that I should not give her a damn thing. However, I want to show good faith and start the process of working together. So Martha goes into the house and fetches the grocery bag that I had put his keys, wallet, phone and charger into. Literally within seconds they are GONE! I assume that it is to go to the hospital. Nope! They haven't been there yet and it's near two p.m. Instead they head to the bank armed with documents and now the keys to the two safety boxes.
With those keys she returned to the bank. Imagine her delight when she realized it was two boxes! What the bitch didn't count on was the fact that 1 person saw the contents to that were to go into the boxes, a different person to be with him when he accessed the boxes as well as his own hand written statement of the contents! In those boxes was gold, silver ingots, rare coins, rare paper monies, jewelry, stocks and bonds. To which she tried to cash in her own brothers bonds and claim via the probate court that there was only $1,500 in total of goods. Fact is, there was well over $100,000 of goods in those 2 boxes. The fucking lying thieving BITCH! ALL of this can be proven with the subpoenaed records. One which shows them (the BITCH and DOUCHE) via video removing contents of the boxes (that she claims only had documents) as well as records prove that from just ONE auction house he had bought near $13,000 in coins!!!
She raided the boxes and took monies from his checking/savings account (without regard to the checks he had already written and mailed and the $5,000 he had just put into his account for tax purposes, I was there in person with him when he did that as I was his driver for the last 2 years). She even tried to cash in her own brother's stocks/bonds that are in his name. Bank said no. So what did she do with them? Gave them to her ex-boyfriend!!! Kid you not! What a low-life they both are!
After raiding the bank she finally went to the hospital. At that time Martha and I had concluded at the house so Martha went up to the hospital. As Martha entered the ward she came up behind the DOUCHE. At which point he was instructing the nursing staff to EXCLUDE Martha and me from visiting him. WTF? REALLY??? After 20 years of caring for him through every single heart attack, knee replacements, hip fix, middle ear surgery, the care for his sick felines, etc., etc., etc. I am told FUCK YOU!
She made the choice to pull the plug and KILL him on May 17th. 2023. By 12:30 pm. He was gone. The next day she finally appeared at the house.
She was disgusted with the state of the house. I admit, it was awful. With her father being a hoarder and I with my depression, etc. The house was not "tip top". Even the roof of the garage was a lost cause (please see photos).
While there at the house she had her ex-boyfriend and his wife there so she could start removing things. She went through his bedroom taking every single coin and piece of jewelry. The Bitch even took MY set of 1965 coins AND MY gold eagle necklace! She literally hauled off boxes upon boxes upon boxes via a hand truck and a Ford truck.
Martha and I had worked hard through the night removing every piece of porn from the 3 story home, the garage and workshop per Bob's request to me years earlier. As she (the bitch) was leaving she requested to come back with a contractor to see what could or would or should be done with the house. Every step of the way Martha was there for me when the Bitch was there. Speaking of while the Bitch being there she admitted (ON VIDEO) that she and her hubby scammed the U.S. government via Social Security Disability to which he is STILL working the company that he owns in Maryland!
From there she did show up with a real estate agent. After that she requested to bring in a contractor. I agreed to the contractor but not her because Martha was not available. Honestly, I was (and still am) scared to be alone with the bitch. Oh she had a pissy fit. Oh well.
By now the douche has flown back to Maryland with the contents of the two boxes along with their little dog too.
Exactly one week after she killed him, was his funeral. I told the bitch that I would be there with a dozen yellow roses. It was short and very simple. The Mason's were in attendance (about 5 of them), Martha, the bitch, Saint and Angel, the ex-boyfriend and his wife (with the 6 just mentioned all in the front row). Opening remarks were made by the Mason's, then a prayer, then "Spirit in the Sky" played. Martha read the obituary that she had written and had printed in the papers (paying $700 out of her own pocket because bitch was cruel and cheap. The bitch even demanded $6000 from Saint and Angel for funeral costs that were already paid for). Martha had a huge dig written in the obit towards the bitch. I sat in the back row. I was treated like shit. I could barely hear the eulogies, prayers or song as I am hard of hearing and was not wearing my aids due to the high cost of the batteries. The bitch really played it up pretending to grieve. I did not approach the coffin until after the funeral and the casket was closed. I did not want to see him dead. I then laid the roses on his casket. I left with dirty looks thrown my way. Ugh.
This pretty much concludes part one as the bitch finally flies back to Maryland from Oregon. Part two will start on the blog page. Next up... the start of the legal battles, etc.
