Just what they are like.................

Hello again

Today was a day that I really, truly, saw the darkness of my sisters. To the core. It freaked me out. As I am of light and try to shine that forth to all to see. No bones about it, I am Christian/Catholic and I am here to serve. It is a service and helping gift I was given.

I see others who they truly are. At times I just say, please I just don't want to know. It is a gift from
GOD. But I endure. OK not endure. I do enjoy this gift. People will open up to me and tell me everything about them. It happened many times just today.

I am here to serve. I believe this. It is GOD's gift to me.

Now about today.

I have been wanting to write about this for a few days now. As I only found out about this on Friday. And it was very upsetting. Not just to me, but to all whom I invited to mom's service.

The service for mom was to be this Friday at Ocean View Cemetery in Burnaby. The 3 of us are executors of the will and it is the three of us who have to agree where and when and what type of service mom is going to have.

last Wednesday all three of us agreed on what type of service when and where. The papers were signed and the date set for this Friday at 1:30 and reception to follow at 2:30.

Now I thought everything was arranged and I started to tell people when and where the funeral was to be held.

So last Friday I phoned the younger sister and said to her, that I will be in charge of the ceremony and that her son and my other sister's son would be ushers And the one granddaughter of my mother could take care of the reception.

What she told me was call her back later. She knew I didn't have a phone and the WiFi phone only worked when connected. And it was spotty service. But it had messaging and voice mail.

After this conversation, I went into Vancouver to speak with the PGT, It was then and only then, I was informed that the service for mom had been canceled and it was going to be in Mission.

There is no transit for me to take to get to Mission It is not  service. I take the bus and I can't get there.

I leave and find a WiFi spot and looked up the Funeral home in Mission and gave them a call. I was extremely upset about this. As anyone would. The service is planed, people are informed of when and where. Only to find out they did this behind my back without even asking me,

Remember, I had phoned the younger sisters before going to Vancouver. And she said nothing to me about this. I found out it was canceled the very next day. She knew and didn't tell me anything.

Just as they did with my father. I was arranging a Veterans Funeral for him and they went behind my back and arranged for my father to be cremated.

Knowing full well I could not get out to Mission. No bus service to and from this place. Still 8 years later there is no bus service out there. No way of getting out there for this appointment today.

There thought was, we will do the same thing as we did with dad and screw him.

The only good thing was the PGT had said nothing can be done unless I am included and involved. Thank you PGT for doing this.

Anyways, back to my rant. I had called the funeral home and spoke with the receptionist and explained my situation. OK I was very upset and angry at my sister for trying to do this again.

Especially since I was the one looking after mom and they were no where to be seen. They never one brought mom a piece of  fruit or a drink or anything. I was always told when they came.

I knew everyone in that place. All the staff, all the residents.

I was always asked if I was the only child. I would so no, I have two sisters. But they never come. Was always there answer to me.

Now the receptionist listened and I apologized if I was a little harsh to her, I didn't yell, I was just upset.

As any of you would be as well  Getting ready for a funeral. grieving the loss of my mother. Trying to figure out everything.

I looked after mom for over 10 years. And the last 7 years, daily. I was there, holding mom's hand when she passed away. I was there for the last 4 hours of her life on this planet. Before giving up her soul  to GOD. I WAS THERE, NOT THEM.

Again getting back to my rant.

The funeral director then called me back right away. I explained what happened, that I was unaware of the cancellation of the service. And I had know way of getting out to Mission for this meeting.

IT WAS ALREADY ARRANGED.

This nice women then told me that someone from the funeral home would gladly come and pick me up. That the PGT made it clear that nothing can be done unless I am involved in the process.

So here I am today, up at 7:00 am, with very little sleep. I didn't know what to expect. Up I am and got myself ready. This nice women was to be here for 9:30 am. She called just before she arrived and I went out front to meet her. To complicated to go around back. No access from the front.

Yes I forgot to mention that on Saturday I had to go out to Ocean View in Burnaby and pick up the clothing I brought for mom to be buried in. They also asked me what happened.I had no answer for them. Except that I want mom and dad buried in Ocean View, This is where my mothers parents are buried. I don't have the funds to do this. Yet. But I will find them somehow. To respect my mother's wishes. I am even setting up a fund raising campaign on GoFundme.com.. To try to raise these funds. I will finish it this weekend and it will be up and running. I will let y'all know.

We arrived early and I just waited and spoke with the ladies there about what was available. Since it the same company. Dignity funeral service with there head office in Texas. Shameless plug for the company.

Since it was the same company, I just wanted exactly what was to be done in Burnaby. Same urn, same keep sakes etc.................

The sisters arrived and did not even acknowledged me. Not a hello or anything. Obviously they were upset that I was there. Of course they were.

But what I saw after this was pure evil. The darkness covered the room. From both of them.

We went into the room to discuss the arrangements. The first thing that came out of there mouths was talking about mom's ashes and then on to the wheelchair. The younger telling me your not going to get it. Because you are just going to sell it. These are the same two who said to me, the night mom passed away,when I asked them about the wheelchair. They did not want it, to just donate it to the home. Well you read my post on that. The same two. She followed it up by saying now it is going to the estate. In a childish manner. Nah, nah, you aren't going to get it. Hah hah. The exact tone she took. Like a little child.

I said I want the wheelchair as I may need it soon and I also I have an attachment to that chair. That I sat beside that chair for 7 years holding mom's hand, feeding her. Getting her ready for bed.

Her response was to turn her head, saying to herself,,sure you are injured and need a chair. Remember I am an expert at reading people. Just bame, the darkness was upon us.

At this point the other sister just stated, that the chair was not designed for that. For what you want it for.

These are two strangers to me. I have had nothing to do  with them for over 10 years. Total strangers. They didn't even know mom had Parkinson's disease,and was taking medication for it. It is hereditary so they might get it as well.  I have it and take medication for it. Daily, actually three times a day.

OK OK I will move on.

So here we are, The three of us and the funeral director sitting around this table. They start out again about mom's ashes. We want her ashes and we will do something with them. The funeral director asked what the plan on doing with them and the younger sister just said. We will do something with them.

At this point I spoke up and said no, I want mom's ashes, You can't have them, I have dad. I just calmly said I was the one there all the time and I want mom's ashes.

The younger one got up and said lets go I am leaving. Then the other one got up and said, everyone heard her,by the way.

She stated, yelling, THAT MOM CAN JUST ROT IN THE MORGUE! And stormed off.

This all happened within 10 minutes of us starting to make arrangements. 

Sorry, before that happened I said calmly that I want mom's ashes and it can go to probate and we can deal with it later. But we have to take care of the arrangements. Right now.

Then she made that statement and stormed off.

The director looks at me and said "What just happened" I replied. I don't know. What do we do now.

Well the director went and called the PGT. Maybe they can provide some guidance
 Came back in and we were just dumbfounded.

The PGT phoned back and didn't have an answer  either.

More about this the next blog.

I do want to state that this blog was all and is all about my mother and our journey through this. And I guess it is not over yet.

There are things that I have done this afternoon. Maybe something can come out of this.

So mom sits in the morgue in White Rock. She has to be disposed. I am Christian. Catholic and the remains have to be taken care of right away. This is against my religious beliefs and my mother's.

This is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. When she stormed off. The darkness really shone.
This women is evil. There was a black cloud surrounding her.

They did this to my father and now are trying to do this to my mother. Who they never took care of or even bothered with. To busy to see mom. . Take over without even asking me for my opinion.

I can't write anymore. I will continue this saga tomorrow.

GOD bless and good night

Kris Schmuland

I only write the truth.