Hello again
These are the words of a email admirer.
I tell you all about getting a grip. I have a grip on things. 99% of the population would not do what I do. Or live like I have chosen to live.
I want them to come to my place and spend a day traveling with me. Grab my bags and carry them all the way, Take the bus with me. And do the walking I do and the stops I make along the way. To pick things up for mom.
You seem to think you are better than me, But your not.
For the last 10 years I have been around Alzheimer's and Dementia. The death of my Grandfather a Father from this disease. Watching the suffer and die slowly.
My father and mother were in Ruskin and Mission. I went to see them many times a week. By bus, walking, hitch hiking etc... I carried groceries and everything else with me. Sometimes a duffel bag full of things. While taking the bus, hitch hiking etc.....
My father passed away slowly. And then my bitches of sister's screwed him over for a veterans funeral. Which would of cost nothing. But no, they didn't want to spend the money on a funeral. It cost to much and that will take money away from our inheritance. This is exactly what they said. I was arranging the veterans funeral when they went behind my back. After agreeing on this and had dad cremated. Which he did not want. And his ashes are with my sister.
I traveled to Mission 5 days a week to see mom and dad. And then mom. While both of my sisters lived close by and saw them once in a while.
I had a van and it was taken away from me and given to my sister. And my sister saying that she would use it to take mom around. Did not happen. I told the PGT it would not happen. And then many, many thousand of dollars was used of my mother's money on a companion service. Upward of $60,000.00 to take mom out everyday, 6 or 7 days a week for over 2 years.
My sister's tried to stop mom from seeing the dentist. By phoning the dental office and trying to cancel the appointment. But the dental office called me and I heard the message that was left and guess what. It was my sister.
I have tried and tried to take my name off of the will. And will continue to do so. Until my name is removed from the will. I don't want any of it. I want mom to spend it now.
I traveled and have traveled ten's of thousands of miles so far visiting mom. And will continue to do so. And when mom moved to Coquitlam, I started to visit mom everyday. And have done so for 3 years now. First I walked to see her in Coquitlam. Rain or shine. And now, I bus it out their everyday. Caring at least 50 lbs of things their and back. Or it feels like 50 lbs.
I get home at night and cook dinners for her. Answer emails, write this blog and then at around 3 am go to bed. Somewhere in their I try to eat. Not always hungry. I get up at 8 am and make calls and continue to work. Then I leave at 1 pm to get out to White Rock.
I do what I can to get myself things. And do things. As I can. Setting appointments are difficult, as I have to set them up, within the time frame of my journey.Getting to my own doctor is difficult. As he is only in, in the afternoon. I need to find a different doctor now.
I deal with the PGT and the hospital. Having to deal with threats, and staff making up statements about me. And then having the Director not release the information on what it is I exactly said. But it is OK for her to send me a letter threatening me with not being able to see mom.
My life is dedicated to making sure my mother is well treated and looked after.To do everything I can for her.
My life is secondary to my mothers life. When I ask for funds they are not for me, but mom.
Mom does not want to be cremated, as my sister would want to do. She wants to be burried next to her parents. That is her wish. And this is going to happen.
My sisters would not have anything if it were not for my parents. My younger sister would not have her home if it were not for my parents buying it out right. And then paying for everything for years. And my older sister and her husband conned my parents into selling their home in Coquitlam to move them to a farm, with no bedroom or kitchen. My sister had a bedroom and a kitchen. But not mom and dad. They had to walk up the stairs to us the kitchen. And my sister and her husband constantly complaining about the noise at night.
And then taking my motor home and selling it out from under my foot. My home I was living in. They put nothing into the farm. But ended up with a house afterwards. From my parents money.
My uncle took over my parents finances,without legal authority and then passed it on to the PGT. And try to get something for your parent, once the PGT has taken over. I have had many, many people write me and tell me their stories.
Now, to you. Come and walk in my shoes for a week, and see what you think.
I am not done yet, but I am going to go now. I am very pissed off and ...............................
GOD bless and good night.
Kris
