Always Amazed
People are just amazing. Day in and day out I devote my waking hours to taking care of the elderly and those that are forgotten by their own families, and yet, the client is seldom a problem. However, the family is a trip. Maybe I should have gotten into psychology or criminal justice because families and their mindset are too fascinating. They cannot be bothered with Auntie Pearl until she becomes a candidate for a nursing home. Suddenly, here comes some idiot with a copy of a Will and begins to claim his inheritance. Can't even wait for Auntie Pearl to die. No. . .in fact, in his mind moving into a nursing home is the equivalent of dying. Maybe he is right, but wait a minute. . . .Auntie Pearl isn't done with life just yet. No need to begin renting the U-Haul truck so you can load up her china, antiques and jewelry. These things still belong to Auntie Pearl for awhile yet so . . . .oh, and most often, this "loving relative" usually has not seen or talked with Auntie Pearl for a decade at least.
Even more interesting is how families find out when their family members die. . . .I liken it to the invisible buzzards circling overhead. . . .I had clients for years and never heard or seen from anyone. In fact, I just lost one lady two days ago. I have known this woman for over ten years and just discovered on the day of her death that she has a large family of brothers and sisters and 3 adult kids and some grandkids. . . .ohmygawd, where in the hell have these folks been? She has lived on the government allowance of $35 per month for her personal needs, cigarettes and Pepsi for years, she has been neglected on birthdays, Christmas and Mother's Day. The only things she ever got from anyone was me. She was so poor that there was never any money to pay for a burial plan, and she will likely have to be buried at county expense under the indigent burial plan for lack of decent funeral arrangements. Where was this family? They couldn't visit? They couldn't bring her a Christmas gift? They couldn't remember her with a card on her birthday or Mother's Day? Totally unreal. . . .totally pitiful. These are the same folks that will call me up and ask me if she left a Will. . . you wait, it happens all the time.
You know this is the nice part of blogging. I can vent. I can say in print to the whole world what really burns me up and yet, I cannot say it to the people who need to hear it. Hey,my most favorite story is another client who died a couple of months ago. Now, this adorable elderly widower was the center of a fight between the adult children. Well, of course, the old boy had an estate of well over a half million and everyone wanted a piece of the action BEFORE he had a chance to spend it for his own life needs. So the kids square up against each other and the court gives him to me as a settlement package. Great guy, always loved by everyone who knows him, and he is just always a friendly, happy man. Where are the kids? ABSENT! This one son who lives in the same town, cannot come see dad, cannot include him at holidays, cannot take him out of the assisted living facility for even a Sunday dinner. . . nothing on birthdays, nothing at Father's Day, nothing at Christmas. . . .his excuse. . . .Poor Health! He is just too sick. Let me tell ya, after daddy dies. . . .he isn't too sick. He can call on the phone FREQUENTLY asking about his inheritance, he can drive 50 miles round trip from his home to park in my office seeking his inheritance, etc. See what I mean? It is amazing THE HEALING POWER OF MONEY. . . .nothing will raise the dead and heal the sick like a pending inheritance!
You know what I am hoping for? Oh, this sounds awful. . . .I hope he drops death before the check is cashed! The only thing about this old man's life that gives me peace is that he had Alzheimer's Disease and never knew or seemed to know that his worthless, greedy children cared so little for him as a father and person.
My clients, I love. . . .their families, I could do without.
Even more interesting is how families find out when their family members die. . . .I liken it to the invisible buzzards circling overhead. . . .I had clients for years and never heard or seen from anyone. In fact, I just lost one lady two days ago. I have known this woman for over ten years and just discovered on the day of her death that she has a large family of brothers and sisters and 3 adult kids and some grandkids. . . .ohmygawd, where in the hell have these folks been? She has lived on the government allowance of $35 per month for her personal needs, cigarettes and Pepsi for years, she has been neglected on birthdays, Christmas and Mother's Day. The only things she ever got from anyone was me. She was so poor that there was never any money to pay for a burial plan, and she will likely have to be buried at county expense under the indigent burial plan for lack of decent funeral arrangements. Where was this family? They couldn't visit? They couldn't bring her a Christmas gift? They couldn't remember her with a card on her birthday or Mother's Day? Totally unreal. . . .totally pitiful. These are the same folks that will call me up and ask me if she left a Will. . . you wait, it happens all the time.
You know this is the nice part of blogging. I can vent. I can say in print to the whole world what really burns me up and yet, I cannot say it to the people who need to hear it. Hey,my most favorite story is another client who died a couple of months ago. Now, this adorable elderly widower was the center of a fight between the adult children. Well, of course, the old boy had an estate of well over a half million and everyone wanted a piece of the action BEFORE he had a chance to spend it for his own life needs. So the kids square up against each other and the court gives him to me as a settlement package. Great guy, always loved by everyone who knows him, and he is just always a friendly, happy man. Where are the kids? ABSENT! This one son who lives in the same town, cannot come see dad, cannot include him at holidays, cannot take him out of the assisted living facility for even a Sunday dinner. . . nothing on birthdays, nothing at Father's Day, nothing at Christmas. . . .his excuse. . . .Poor Health! He is just too sick. Let me tell ya, after daddy dies. . . .he isn't too sick. He can call on the phone FREQUENTLY asking about his inheritance, he can drive 50 miles round trip from his home to park in my office seeking his inheritance, etc. See what I mean? It is amazing THE HEALING POWER OF MONEY. . . .nothing will raise the dead and heal the sick like a pending inheritance!
You know what I am hoping for? Oh, this sounds awful. . . .I hope he drops death before the check is cashed! The only thing about this old man's life that gives me peace is that he had Alzheimer's Disease and never knew or seemed to know that his worthless, greedy children cared so little for him as a father and person.
My clients, I love. . . .their families, I could do without.
posted @8:11 AM
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