My Father died

My Father died last year.

I watched outside the window.

As per my Father's wishes, he was brought home to die. Unfortunately, Seton Hospital cared more about the money and less abut my Dad.

Those cruel, catholic bitches held on to him until the last moment to reap every cent they could from his insurance. Then, they sent him home only hours before he would die to keep their mortality rate low.

They charged over $200,000 to feed him and drugged him enough to slowly let him die.

When my Dad had IBM insurance, he was treated like a King, as he should have been.
But Obama care changed his insurance and allowed IBM to drop him under the Affordable Care Act and put him under Medicare.

Seton treated him like dirt, took his money and then sent him home to die.

What is worse is my older sister who was there to hurry his death along.

She is a nurse and took over his care. Only she was too wacked out to properly care for him. He was not home for more than 15 minute before she went right into cleaning his private parts and than rolled him over in a frantic way making him gurgle for air.

You could hear the life being sucked out of him by her. She was hateful and angry and definitely pilfering his drugs!

Seton was killing him slowly for the money
and my sister killed him quickly so she could make her flight back home with a cache of my Father's pain meds.

While he was in hospital, I saw my little sister and big sister just rifle through things at his and my Mother's home, just taking what they wanted.

As I watched outside and through the windows...

My sisters came out onto the veranda and I heard their echos

My Father should just be cremated just so it would be more convenient than visiting his grave.

My Father was catholic and wanted to be buried in a military cemetery.

My son wanted to bury him in the proper uniform but my sisters and my Mother and some trashy chick named Trixie robbed him of properly honoring his Grandfather.

I believe my Father was set to rest barefoot and half a uniform.

I could not hold my son nor be there for him.

He already buried me and now his Grandfather.

And those evil witches of sisters took my Father's dignity away and my son's right to honor the man that loved him beyond anyone else.

All this from outside the virtual window I must watch.

This is why I went to Tibet.

I wanted to go on a murderous rage and kill my own sisters.

But, what good would that do..the damage was done.

I had to find peace.

I would have loved to have eaten the souls of her children but I am fairly certain it would have left a bad taste in my soul.

I will revenge my son.

I will not kill anyone. I learned in Tibet to modify my hunger and use it other ways that have made me more powerful.


I can do things.

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The Blonde is working hard at being more human but with subtle powers!

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