On August 5, 2021, my step-sister and I got together to read our parents’ wills. It didn’t surprise me. After all, during my mother’s short illness, death, and after, I put the entire puzzle together. When my sister went nuts when I showed up a day early to see and visit and love my dying mother, yelling at me and berating me (because I came a day early) at my childhood home, including very loudly in the driveway for all the neighbors to hear and in front of my 22 year old special needs son, she does this. I didn’t know why. I figured it was for “control”. I was wrong. The next day, when I got to see and talk to my mom, Kristen made me leave at the same time she did, not wanting to leave me alone with my mom (for fear that my mother would change her will-which is how I know my mother had already expressed that she wanted to to my sister and my Aunt Janet). Kristen went absolutely nuts. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen yelling at me to leave, doubled over with anger saying, “Get out of my house”. The look on her face was pure evil. She was so ugly. Inside and out. Just ugly beyond your imagination. Of course, I left, because I did not want anything at all to upset my dying mother. I stopped at my friend’s house a half a mile down the road and told her the happenings as I also did the day before. She said, “Kelley, could this be about the will?” I immediately said, “No way”. I’m incredibly naive (if I wasn’t, none of this would have happened to begin with). The next day I saw my mom and was forced to leave…again. I didn’t want it to be the last time I saw my mom. I drove home to Sacramento. For two days I cried, thought, laid under the sun. Under the hot sun, it donned on me…Holy Shit–this is all about the will! My thought was that my mom is literally dying around people (my sister, my aunt and uncle, and my brother-in-law) that do NOT care about my mom’s emotional, mental, and probably physical well-being in a holy and G-dly way. I was not going to let my mom die that way, around such fucking evil. So I went back, unannounced, while texting the hospice lady (I’ll tell you how I accidentally got her phone number in a later post and I will also post some of the texts). I arrived and thank G-d I was allowed in (I’ll write about that, too). I sat beside my mother who was lying on her left side with her tiny, oval head sort-of wedged between the bed rails in a partial fetal position. Eyes closed. I put my right hand on her forehead and my left hand on top of her hand. I told her I loved her and that I’m sorry I can’t stay and rub her feet–and show her the love I ached to shower on her my whole life. My Aunt was 5 feet away glaring at me the entire time–and then my brother-in-law and his mother showed up and both of them, one after the other, physically grabbed me and tried to pull me off of the chair and said I have to go. My aunt threatened to call the police. I looked at the hospice lady, we will call her Mary, and she looked at me–as she tried desperately to help me and my mom. She’s a hospice nurse. This is not what she normally sees. Most people want love and peace around a dying mother. Not my family. They are evil. Absolutely evil.

This video is my step-sister and I on August 5, 2021, reading the wills…for the first time…