Hello again
So taking the skytrain today, reminded me of a missed opportunity. About six months ago, I was coming back from White Rock. I was flirting with this beautiful women and she with me. A seat became available beside her and someone took it. Then one became available in front of her. I took this seat. And I did nothing.
When she arrived at her stop. I heard her, go heh! and then she got off the train. Well, while waiting for the train to stop, she was in front of me, and giving me dirty looks. Well, an upset look.
She was beautiful. To beautiful for me I thought. But not, if she was flirting with me. So since that day, I have looked for her everyday. I have seen many, many people over and over again. But not her.
A missed opportunity. I know we would of got along fine.
But I digress. Today it was pouring rain, when I left Coquitlam. And sunny in white Rock. As usual. I wanted to take mom outside today. But today is bath day. Once a week she gets bathed. This is why I was her everyday and her hair every other day.
I brought mom some pasta, and sauce. Which was in the freezer, So I made the fresh pasta and brought it and warmed it up at the hospital.
Mom had a few bites of it. But wanted the hospital dinner instead. I do understand, I have no spices. Just salt and pepper. It is bland. I tried it.
Mom did eat allot tonight. This is good. Her appetite is coming back. For a few days she was not eating much.
But, since it was bath day, mom was warm and relaxing. So she wanted her daily spa treatment. And to listen to music. Mom even told me not to sing tonight. She just wanted to listen to music and relax. As mom loves her spa treatment. Mom loves when I was her feet. I wash and massage it at the same time, Then I pour hot water over her feet to rinse them off. After I apply this lotion, which goes on cold. Then I spray her feet with this beautiful perfume. At this point in time mom is completely relaxed and ready for bed.
I open the door, the sign mom is ready for bed. We then wait. And when mom is in bed, I turn the music off and sing to her. A good night song. Which I wrote for her.
So I go back through Vancouver, hoping to run into this women. Maybe someday.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
I am sick of..............................
Hello again
A few days have passed me by. Thinking of how to deal with the places that say they are their to look after my mother's health and best interest. As well as her fiances.
To those out there. Bull Shit to you. Who actually think you are doing good for my mother. What is wrong with you. How can you even sleep at night.
And you write me and tell me that I am the problem. That I need to get a reality check. That I am taking advantage of my mother.
How about I write the government and my MLA and let them know what is happening to mom. And how she is really being treated.
The black eye. Not being able to walk. The hurt leg. The lack of water and the dehydration my mother is experiencing.
Or the lack of support from any agency that is suppose to be their for mom. The PGT being the biggest scam that is around.
I have tried to be nice and offer them a way out of me being there all the time. And of course they say no.
Remember I am not the only one who is having this problem with the PGT. There has been over a dozen individuals who have contacted me about the PGT and are experiencing the same difficulties as I am experiencing.
I just wish we could all get together and have a meeting to discuss are next steps to take. I now know what I am going to do to resolve this issue. And if it games everyone wants to play let us bring it on.
I don't write this because I have to. I do it because I enjoy writing it. And I enjoy bringing wrath upon the PGT.
I do not stand alone. I have GOD on my side. And I am doing what is right and I speak the truth, no harm shall fall upon me.
I write this so other's can see what happens to your loved one's. If you don't take adequate measures to protect them.
I have been way to nice as of late and it is time to change and do whatever is necessary to help and protect my mother and my rights and freedoms.
To stop the powers that be from just doing as they please.
Doing the right thing is the way I was raised. My mother taught me well. And I am going to live up to my upbringing.
GOD bless and good night.
It is time that we all stand up and be counted. To bring about a just and fitting end to all this nonsense.
Kris
A few days have passed me by. Thinking of how to deal with the places that say they are their to look after my mother's health and best interest. As well as her fiances.
To those out there. Bull Shit to you. Who actually think you are doing good for my mother. What is wrong with you. How can you even sleep at night.
And you write me and tell me that I am the problem. That I need to get a reality check. That I am taking advantage of my mother.
How about I write the government and my MLA and let them know what is happening to mom. And how she is really being treated.
The black eye. Not being able to walk. The hurt leg. The lack of water and the dehydration my mother is experiencing.
Or the lack of support from any agency that is suppose to be their for mom. The PGT being the biggest scam that is around.
I have tried to be nice and offer them a way out of me being there all the time. And of course they say no.
Remember I am not the only one who is having this problem with the PGT. There has been over a dozen individuals who have contacted me about the PGT and are experiencing the same difficulties as I am experiencing.
I just wish we could all get together and have a meeting to discuss are next steps to take. I now know what I am going to do to resolve this issue. And if it games everyone wants to play let us bring it on.
I don't write this because I have to. I do it because I enjoy writing it. And I enjoy bringing wrath upon the PGT.
I do not stand alone. I have GOD on my side. And I am doing what is right and I speak the truth, no harm shall fall upon me.
I write this so other's can see what happens to your loved one's. If you don't take adequate measures to protect them.
I have been way to nice as of late and it is time to change and do whatever is necessary to help and protect my mother and my rights and freedoms.
To stop the powers that be from just doing as they please.
Doing the right thing is the way I was raised. My mother taught me well. And I am going to live up to my upbringing.
GOD bless and good night.
It is time that we all stand up and be counted. To bring about a just and fitting end to all this nonsense.
Kris
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Blame
Hello again
I do apologize over last night's blog.
I don't blame everyone for the trouble's at foot. Or in the past. In particular. However I do blame myself. That I didn't do enough to stop everything. And I don't have it together enough, to give mom all she deserves.
That I am not a good son, to her.
That was in the past, so let us leave it were it belongs. In the past. And to look forward to the future. And doing what I can in the future. From now on!
Again, let he who is without sin, cast the first stone. Do not judge, lest yea be judged.
I know in the end, all will be taken care of. We do have a maker, who sees all and knows all.
The PGT is not completely to blame. They are, after all, just doing their job.
So I shall be diligent and keep things in the present.
GOD bless and until the next time.
Kris
I do apologize over last night's blog.
I don't blame everyone for the trouble's at foot. Or in the past. In particular. However I do blame myself. That I didn't do enough to stop everything. And I don't have it together enough, to give mom all she deserves.
That I am not a good son, to her.
That was in the past, so let us leave it were it belongs. In the past. And to look forward to the future. And doing what I can in the future. From now on!
Again, let he who is without sin, cast the first stone. Do not judge, lest yea be judged.
I know in the end, all will be taken care of. We do have a maker, who sees all and knows all.
The PGT is not completely to blame. They are, after all, just doing their job.
So I shall be diligent and keep things in the present.
GOD bless and until the next time.
Kris
Monday, April 2, 2012
Get a grip
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
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
Sunday, April 1, 2012
When the truth be known
Hello again
I continue with were I left off yesterday. I am very emotional when it comes to my mother. You see, before my father and mother developed Dementia and dad passed away from it. I really had no feeling, emotions etc...
People called me a android. Emotionless automaton. But I have learned to care for someone else.
People say, I can't even look after myself. Well I pay my rent, bills ( they get paid, eventually) but I do get them cut off from time to time.
Eating is something I don't even care about anymore. Nothing even tastes descent. And I just don't care about me.
So when I do ask for money, it is not for me, but for my mother.
I want to live closer to mom, so as I can spend as much time as I can with her. I want a car, so I can take mom places, see her friends ( what is left of them.) See things she has missed being locked up in these places.
But it does piss me off that my sister get the van and it was to take mom places but doesn't do anything for her. She does not even bring mom anything when she visits. But she is the first to take the clothing and jewelry from her. Both of them.
It is not mom's money that purchased these things. But mine. And yet, everyone their is all on my sister's side. White Rock is closer for her to see your mom.
But for me to take a bus their and back everyday, 7 hours of traveling. Is not a big deal to them. Kiss my sister's ass some more why don't you.
I am their everyday and will continue to do the same. Without reservation, I need to be their for mom. And mom needs me their for her.
The van was mine, but the PGT took it away, only to pay a companion service more money than it was worth. They are no where to be seen. And mom sits their everyday.
I can only take her around the hospital. Or walk her up to the mall. Big deal. Mom needs to see the beach. Downtown Vancouver again. Places she is use to seeing in the past. This is why I ask for money. I live fine. Well I would like allot of things. A TV would be nice. A computer that is not put together from pieces of several other, older computers. But it works. And I type this blog on it and have for a long time now. Some clothing that actually fits me. But, you know what, I will keep putting holes in the belt as I get smaller. And where what I have.
Mom does not like it when I wear allot of what I have. But I say this is all I have and this is what I have to wear. For now. I tell her.
I love my mother deeply. And she is the only person I hug or kiss or tell her I love her. As stated before I have only been in love once in my life. Buy I do believe it was a lesson on how to love. And feel. It worked.
I am completely emotional when it comes to mom.
Tonight I brought mom a beautiful salad, with prawns and cheese. And a slice of the chicken and seafood enchilada. Plus the lemon pie.
Mom absolutely loved her dinner. It is great to cook for her. She has always loved my cooking. And I have now learned how to bake. From scratch.
Mom held my hand the entire time I was their. And while waiting for mom to get ready for bed. She by the way had to go to the washroom, really badly. Mom was really relaxed, and warm. I was holding her hand and her eyes were closed and I found myself drifting off. But mom noticed and kept waking me up. Well I wasn't really asleep. Just relaxed and closing my eyes. It was actually very funny.
She basically told me, that I don't get to fall asleep. While she is waiting to get ready for bed.
When mom does get put in bed, she wants me to turn the music off and sing to her. It is our good night song. I sing to her. She sings it with me. And actually is clear when she sings it with me. She closes her eyes and falls asleep. After I give her several big hugs.
Mom has been smiling allot lately, while I am their. And I love it.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris
I continue with were I left off yesterday. I am very emotional when it comes to my mother. You see, before my father and mother developed Dementia and dad passed away from it. I really had no feeling, emotions etc...
People called me a android. Emotionless automaton. But I have learned to care for someone else.
People say, I can't even look after myself. Well I pay my rent, bills ( they get paid, eventually) but I do get them cut off from time to time.
Eating is something I don't even care about anymore. Nothing even tastes descent. And I just don't care about me.
So when I do ask for money, it is not for me, but for my mother.
I want to live closer to mom, so as I can spend as much time as I can with her. I want a car, so I can take mom places, see her friends ( what is left of them.) See things she has missed being locked up in these places.
But it does piss me off that my sister get the van and it was to take mom places but doesn't do anything for her. She does not even bring mom anything when she visits. But she is the first to take the clothing and jewelry from her. Both of them.
It is not mom's money that purchased these things. But mine. And yet, everyone their is all on my sister's side. White Rock is closer for her to see your mom.
But for me to take a bus their and back everyday, 7 hours of traveling. Is not a big deal to them. Kiss my sister's ass some more why don't you.
I am their everyday and will continue to do the same. Without reservation, I need to be their for mom. And mom needs me their for her.
The van was mine, but the PGT took it away, only to pay a companion service more money than it was worth. They are no where to be seen. And mom sits their everyday.
I can only take her around the hospital. Or walk her up to the mall. Big deal. Mom needs to see the beach. Downtown Vancouver again. Places she is use to seeing in the past. This is why I ask for money. I live fine. Well I would like allot of things. A TV would be nice. A computer that is not put together from pieces of several other, older computers. But it works. And I type this blog on it and have for a long time now. Some clothing that actually fits me. But, you know what, I will keep putting holes in the belt as I get smaller. And where what I have.
Mom does not like it when I wear allot of what I have. But I say this is all I have and this is what I have to wear. For now. I tell her.
I love my mother deeply. And she is the only person I hug or kiss or tell her I love her. As stated before I have only been in love once in my life. Buy I do believe it was a lesson on how to love. And feel. It worked.
I am completely emotional when it comes to mom.
Tonight I brought mom a beautiful salad, with prawns and cheese. And a slice of the chicken and seafood enchilada. Plus the lemon pie.
Mom absolutely loved her dinner. It is great to cook for her. She has always loved my cooking. And I have now learned how to bake. From scratch.
Mom held my hand the entire time I was their. And while waiting for mom to get ready for bed. She by the way had to go to the washroom, really badly. Mom was really relaxed, and warm. I was holding her hand and her eyes were closed and I found myself drifting off. But mom noticed and kept waking me up. Well I wasn't really asleep. Just relaxed and closing my eyes. It was actually very funny.
She basically told me, that I don't get to fall asleep. While she is waiting to get ready for bed.
When mom does get put in bed, she wants me to turn the music off and sing to her. It is our good night song. I sing to her. She sings it with me. And actually is clear when she sings it with me. She closes her eyes and falls asleep. After I give her several big hugs.
Mom has been smiling allot lately, while I am their. And I love it.
GOD bless and good night.
Kris
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