First, my brother and I are not writers. My grammar and punctuation are horrible. If you're looking for mistakes, I promise you will find them. We just want to tell our story, so that the truth is exposed. Second, while very unflattering to the people involved, everything we have to say is truth. In this blog we will try and make sure that anything mentioned can be backed up by documentation or first hand knowledge. OK, maybe an opinion or two. So to say it's defamation or

Now keep in mind I'm only telling you the big stuff. There were hundreds of smaller red flags along the way that at the time didn't have a lot of significance. Something was always "off." You never could quite put your finger on them, but the story never made sense or it was a weird situation. For instance, the cell phones would both just ironically stop working on the same day and the story would be that the billing was messed up or where they lived they couldn't get service

Life continued, and we eventually got used to what I would call the normalcy. The fact that there was never any money, the calls from the creditors. Didn't really discuss with anyone about them. Then it started to seem like dad would go try and find something that he knew he had and it would be missing, tools, a rare coin collection, one gun he won in a skeet shoot competition that he was super proud of, another that my mother had given him, a gold nugget ring and many mo

If you've read this far I can't tell you how much we appreciate it. We want this story to be heard by anyone that will listen. These last few posts, in the scheme of things are very minor to the detail we will reveal in the upcoming reads. So, please stick with us, you're not going to want to miss it, but we have to tell you some of these things so you can get the idea and context of all that is coming. This post is a little longer than the last few so bare with me. There's l

There are not good transitions from one story to the next in this series of events, but they must be told. Have you ever seen the movie "The Funny Farm" with Chevy Chase? If you have, then you probably remember the mailman. If you have not, please go watch it and you will get a good laugh when you realize what I am talking about. This is how I imagined Dad's mail man to be, and our mailman for the time that we lived in the green trailer house. We always had issues getting

(Due to recent events, some names have been excluded to protect the guilty) The foundation has been laid. There might me some additional details that are added here and there, but here is where we get into the thick of things. I hope you are already have a lot of questions. Get ready to add to them. This is going to blow your mind, at least I hope it does. This land has always been something that Dad has been proud of. It's a part of his identity. He's lived there since

(Due to recent events, some names will be excluded to protect the guilty) The above amount is what she was charged with, not $20,000. In the paperwork we received, she also made an upfront payment of $8,400. Where did she get this amount of money? She is on probation from 2014-2024. Crystal asked Dad why he didn't know it was this amount and why didn't he go to court with her. She told him not to, that she had it handled and it was no big deal, so he stayed home. We later

So the day after we found out about the land, Dad had a dentist appointment scheduled to have a tooth extracted and I told him I would take him. He also wanted to go to the bank and credit union where his savings were located to try and secure his accounts because he knew that it needed to be done. We had no idea what to expect. With gauze in my dad's mouth, we headed to the bank where his checking account was located. We walked up to the counter and asked for the most recen

Crystal asked me to meet her at dads so we could start going over the paper work. What is going on, what is happening, it is all surreal. As we try and figure out where to start, we decided to organize all the different paper. As we separate bank statements and other documents it is almost overwhelming. With adrenaline rushing, we were just in awe of what we were looking at. And some of the pieces wouldn't fall together until later on down the road. We start going through

At this point, I can't tell you which days things happened because everything began to run together in a blur of shock, anger, and devastation. Dad and I spent almost every day for the next two weeks in the car chasing down accounts and trying to pull together some small portion of a "new normal" life for him. We went to the post office to take his mail off of hold, yet again. We tried explaining a little of what we needed and why, the lady there in the office says oh yeah,

One evening, Dad was out of the house watching my niece play volleyball out of town with my sister and my brother-in-law and nephew went out to go feed their horses out at Dad's land. When they got there, the back door was wide open. Now at first, they thought this could have just been the wind or it not getting shut good, because it was an old house, but upon further inspection, the lock had been jimmied with a screw driver or something. You could see the scrapes and shav

My brother came up with the title and it's so accurate. "Where did ya' come from, where did ya' go". Of course, we are referring to all the money. Weeks and weeks of documents and pages and pages of money coming in and money going out with nothing to show for it and no answers. By the end of August, we still would have questions and would have to refer to paperwork to see if we could find answers. I still think Dad was in shock because he would still tell the old narrative o

Going through that many bank statements is tedious work, it causes your eyes to go crossed. We almost want to just give up because there is so many, but yet, we wanted to know where the money went. A few charges that seemed a little odd, they weren't any type of payday loans, or shopping. More detective work is leading us to see that she has been making payments for her son. Now let us be very clear. We have ZERO issue with helping out your child when they need it. This i

Great question. We have tried to pursue any and all means possible to try and have her held accountable for anything.... anything at all, but she gets to walk away. The checks that she wrote to herself and forged Dad's name - the DA said that if he had given her his debit card even one time to buy groceries, he had given her access to the account and that it was also marital property. The forged state document for his retirement and the hidden money from disability while ye

So where does this leave us? This two year road of lies, fraud and unanswered questions, how does it end? I wished I could tell you this ended the way we wanted, but it doesn't. In the times and gaps I haven't mentioned, her visits to Dad became more and more frequent. We would go out to feed horses and she would text him and ask if we had left yet. And sure enough the minute we were on the highway, she would be crossing it on her way to his house. She started leaving small

I guess first I should say thank you to everyone who reached out to us, asked us questions, supported us, and prayed for us. We could never tell you how much we sincerely appreciate it. It's been 6 years since we started finding out the truth. 6 years. When we began writing the blog, we were honestly hoping everything would come to light, and that somehow there would be some justice along this road. As stated in previous posts.... we were wrong. I have struggled to write this

Crystal and I tried texting dad several times throughout the year and they would be undelivered. We knew we had been blocked. We even tested the theory we blocked each other and texted and tried to respond and it wouldn't go through just like it was doing with dad. My dad was not very tech savvy and he wouldn't know how to block a number. We knew what had happened but weren't on speaking terms with dad. He tried texting us and asking for Christmas list for the kids, but w

Crystal and I were just supposed to sweep everything under the rug. Act like nothing happened. Dad apparently forgave her and I guess we should too. It is not that easy at least not for me and based on our conversations not for Crystal either. We had just started small talk communication back with dad and didn't want to lose that small glimpse of hope we had. That is why we didn't update the blog, because if we did and she found out it would cause problems again. Everyo

There are so many details that I wish we had written down or saved, but as Justin said, we were trying so hard to keep the peace. We wanted that relationship with Dad, and we tried everything we knew to do. It's complicated to try to have a relationship while watching someone be in a toxic situation. I'm sure so many of you can relate. I enjoy my dad's company, but my heart breaks because I want so much better for him. It's also frustrating to hear him talk about her and her

Justin and I talk every day. If we don't, it's usually for a pretty good reason. The subject of Dad comes up more often than we want it to. We worry—a lot. We want to rescue him and make things better. We get mad - a lot. We want him to rescue himself, to see the bigger picture, and he doesn't. One of the conversations with Dad was that her son had mentioned that when Dad died he wanted the land. We found out from another family member. We were shocked. Justin and I then real