I’m sitting in my bedroom, amidst 200 unpaid bills and I ask myself- how did I end up with all this responsibility.
You see, I have been appointed conservator of my grandmother’s estate, as well as her guardian. It’s a long story but after my grandfather passed away in 2008, a seemingly good man moved in with my grandma. Shortly after, he started to have full reign of all her finances and personal belongings. We started to not hear from her much. She said that she had met a man- it felt rather quick but at that age no one can afford to buy green bananas, right? Some time later, An aunt who was on vacation realized that her house was “for sale”, there was no one living in it, and that she had been checked into the memory care unit of a senior living facility.
According to neighbors, this man had abused my grandmother verbally, and financially. Physically is something they suspect but no one wants to talk about that.
She was said to be once found running out on the streets, naked, at midnight. In retrospect, the neighbors now say that they think she must have been running away from him. Even though at that point the neighborhood had just thought that she had gone crazy and did their best to alert him to get her back “safely” home.
Subsequently, when we started calling the home, he banned all calls from family members. He did, after all have “power of attorney”. This scared me. I feared her dying, without me every getting to say goodbye.
We got a law case in order and after many painful months I have a responsibility that I never would casually request. In the process, so many family ties have been strung together and then ripped apart. Strung back together, and then torn to shreds that may never again intertwine.
I got in contact with people who I was thrilled to have finally met, only to come to realize that being the one In the court case is not the same as an onlooker who wants constant information but does not have to live In the case. My world became the case. I lost sleep, wondering if I even had a chance of winning this case.
I dislike John. He is the man who abused my grandmother. Drove her into insanity, told her she was crazy until her soul materialized the words that were nailed into her. He left her in a home, where he too lived but instead of spending time with Her, he was found in the rooms of other senior ladies. He sold all of my deceased grandfathers belongings, wrecked their beautiful house, dressed my beautiful grandmother in the most horrific of garments (my grandmother had the Best style). He then attempted to isolate all family from her. All for what? For money? For control? For power? I don’t know. I never will know.
Elder abuse is so real. I never thought it would happen to someone so close to me. So with cheque I write today, with every bank I call, I know that one less grandparent is victim to those who so heartless live for their own selfish ambition.