It is fast approaching.

Hello again

I want to say this first. I do not like Christmas. I have not had a Christmas that I have liked for many years. I do Christmas for mom. If she is happy on Christmas Day than I am happy. Other than that, I come back to a empty, lonely place. A place that I don't want to be............. A place that is taking away so much time that I could spend with mom. I don't want to be here, at all. I only want to live in White Rock close to mom. So I could of had her over for an actual Christmas Dinner.

But no, that is not and has not happened in, well, ever. It is such a shame. I have come to realize I am a very good person. I may of had and still have problems. But I am a very good person. I don't know of anyone who does what I do for mom, nor does any of the staff at Al Hogg. 1 percent of the population.

I just don't like Christmas. I thought it would be different this year.

I am still very disgusted by what my sister's did. Taking away the picture of mom's husband, their father and mine.

It is a good thing that my mind told me to take a photo of the picture. I enlarged it and took it to the library to have it printed. Just a few problems. It has a snow flake in it.... I posted the pic. I will have to take it to London Drugs and have them remove the snow flake and make it as close to the original as possible. I just have to come up with the $50.00 to do this. My pockets are empty............................ Broke, broke and broke.

But I brought the print and mom just smiled. It is on her wall now. So she can look at it again.

You know folks, my sister's have never even brought mom a poinsettia or any flowers. Not a piece of fruit or anything. But they sure know how to take. That is there middle names. TAKERS.


Mom has not been doing well with her eating and swallowing. I have only been able to get her to eat 15 bites each night. And those are very small bites. Each bite takes mom, at least 10 minutes to swallow. That is with my rubbing her neck, coaching her to swallow, giving her something to drink with each bite. but at least mom is eating something.

I am going to be taking her to the emergency room, very soon if this does not clear up.  Mom has not even been eating her chocolate. And that she loves.

If the hospital can't find out what is wrong with mom, this might be her last Christmas with us. She needs to eat more than what she is eating.. This can't go on like this without something seriously going on.

I need your help to make this Christmas the best Christmas possible. If this is gong to be her last Christmas. I need your help.

I have decorated her room, At least I was able to do this for her. I won't be able to get mom a Poinsettia or even Christmas gifts. I needed to use the funds I had for her gifts on a blender and her spa treatment products. Since my sister's decided that mom doesn't need them anymore. Or anything. I was going to get a pair of boots. Since everything I have has holes in the bottom of the boot or in the side. Not waterproof. Wet feet is what I have been experiencing as of late.

This is the only place I am complaining about this. No one else knows this. Why tell them, nobody gives a rats ass about this.

I am only concerned with mom. That is why I gave up that idea. Mom's spa treatment is more important. And having a blender for her smoothie's is also very important. Yes she is still drinking them. THANK GOD for that.

All I want for Christmas is to live close by mom. I now need to do this even more. So I can be there, if something happens.

I do hope this is not the case.

I am about to have a breakdown, so I need to go now.

Please pray and help if you can. Again I need to make this Christmas the best it can be. Just in case.

GOD bless and good night.

Kristopher Schmuland

I do beg of you for your help.

My father

This is a photo of my father. I should say sketch of my dad. This has been hanging on the wall at the foot of my mother's bed for years

Now it is gone

This was a gift from the sister's, to my mother as a remembrance of my father. . Remember it was a gift. 

You don't take gifts back.

Mom always looked at that picture every single day. I would see her, look and smile. From her bed mom could see this perfectly. 

This is the work of my mother's daughters The same daughter's who think mom doesn't need a spa treatment each night. Or as of a matter of fact. They don't think mom needs anything. 

They took it. Disgusting is the only way for me to describe it. I thought they were lower down on the food chain. But this is even lower than one could even possibly think, someone could go. To their own mother at that. 

TO THEIR OWN MOTHER. THIS IS WHAT THEY DO. Gail Anderson/Schmuland and Marilyn Hamon. The most disgusting human beings that walk the earth. 

This is the women who gave them life. This is the Father and Mother who gave them tens of thousands of dollars. Who did everything for them. Baby sat, did all there sewing. Cooked Christmas dinner's for them. Gave up everything for them. To make sure they were OK. 

Yet they cannot even bring there mother a single piece of fruit, a drink, a chocolate bar or even a home cooked meal. Nothing. Oh yea they keep saying that they bring mom lots of clothing. 

Maybe three articles of clothing a year. And it is the eldest daughter who actually purchases them and brings them to mom. But never the right size of fabric mom can wear. 

But they can sure take her clothing. Hundreds of dollars worth of clothing has been taken by them over the years. Maybe over a thousand dollars worth. 

It is not them who sews up the torn clothing. I do this. Yes needle and thread. I don't have a sewing machine or I would even be doing the alterations on mom's clothing, if I had a sewing machine. And again, I can sew. 

I have wondering why, when mom looks at the wall, she starts to cry.  The picture of her husband was taken by her daughter's.

I have no reason why they would take it. Except they think I am going to take it.

LOOSER'S

This is what they do to their mother. They are making her cry every single day. Because I am the one who sees mom crying. I am the one wiping the tears from her eyes and say to her don't cry,  I am here for you.

It was not until tonight I realized the drawing was gone. I was walking up to the bus stop in White Rock, when it hit me. The picture was gone. And mom has been crying for at least two weeks. 

The pair of them don't want mom to have anything

No fresh fruit. No smoothie. No treats at all. And now not even a picture of her husband

And not even the spa treatment she has been receiving for over 4 years. Or her own shampoo, gel, body wash and underarm deodorant. (Dove)

They think the crappy food, shampoo etc... from the home is good enough for her. They use there own shampoo, the one they like. But there mother can't have the shampoo, gel, body wash or deodorant. 

I buy mom a certain toothpaste as everything else makes mom gag. This one doesn't. So it is OK if their mother chocks on the toothpaste.

They eat nice home cooked meals every night. But they don't want their mother to have a home cooked meal each night.. There mother has to eat this hospital food everyday. 

That  is the reason I cook for mom, to give her one meal a day that isn't the hospital food. 

Does anyone actually like hospital food. I know the two of them don't. 

I am not a petty man, but this has crossed the line. I am going to tell every staff member, every daughter that comes to see there parent. The ones I know. Exactly what the two of them have done. And this will get around the entire hospital. 

Remember I am there every single day. And I know them all. The day staff, the night staff, the over night staff, the kitchen staff, the management. ( Even the director etc......) I will be telling them all. 

And last but not least I will be writing the news, Papers, Radio and TV etc... and let them know about the abuse that is being perpetrated on my mother.

GOD bless and good night

Kris Schmuland

Karen Bajwa, of the Public Guardian and Trustee of BC, Gail Anderson/Schmuland and Marilyn Harmon are behind this.

They are up to something. But I will put a stop to whatever they think they are trying to get away with. 

They are selfish no good for nothing bitches. To do this to their own mother. And I am being polite.

They took this picture of my mother's husband, their father, away from my mother. My father. The most disgusting thing anyone can do.

This is a photo of the picture. I took this a few Christmas's ago. I am going to see if the photo shop can get this acrylic snow flake out of the picture. And enlarge it, print it. I know it will cost allot of money that I don't have. 

It is lucky I took this picture. But it is not excuse for them taking the picture away from there mother. 

GOD knows. Revenge is mine saith the LORD............