I've been going back & forth on whether to write anything on here or not. There's no way this is going to be short so bare with me. My dad died April 11th 2016 at 3:21 am on his kitchen floor. My sister who had been living with him (more like leeching) came home at 2am & found him on the floor. I live only a few blocks away & was the first person she called. I told her to call 911, ran as fast as I could to his house. I performed cpr on my dad for 15 minutes before the ambulance came & took over. After 45 minutes he was pronounced dead. My world unexpectedly crashed.
Let's back up a little bit though. He wasn't my biological father. He married my mom when I was 2 & raised me from there. I've only seen my biological father 3 times in my life so he was more my dad than my step dad. We had a great relationship when I was real young. I have lots of good memories swimming & wrestling with him. Then one day things changed & my childhood became hell. My mom & dad began fighting all the time & began taking it out on me & my younger sisters. To make a long story short I became homeless at 17 because I refused to go home, my younger sisters were placed in foster care & never returned to either of my parents custody. They also were divorced around this time. When I was 18 my dad was brought up on child molestation charges. He bought a really good lawyer & won the case in trial. But everyone believed he was guilty. I was never able to leave him alone with my children or fully trust him. He was hard to get along with & even harder to love. I honestly thought I wouldn't miss him when he died. Well I was wrong.
The whole first week I felt like I couldn't catch my breath & everything didn't feel real. So many people showed up to give their condolences & talk about what a good man he was. The same people that talked about what a terrible person he was before he died. While I'm grateful for the kind words it was as if everyone had forgotten who they were talking about. Maybe this is why I'm so confused over being so upset over his passing.
Now onto the mess of the estate. My dad was terrible with money & owed a lot of people. One of them being my mother who has a $30k lean on my dad's house. I've tried talking with her but she is going to push to collect "her" money. Unfortunately to pay all these debts, we're going to have to sell the house. It sucks but there's no options. My sister that lives there is refusing to cooperate. She wont let us on the property, & is selling his stuff off without telling anyone. We suspect she is using the money to live since she refuses to get a job. My other sister & I are now forced with the decision to walk away & let her drown in the mess herself, or hire yet another attorney to fight her.
I'm exhausted there's just too much drama. I feel like I don't even really have time to grieve. Feels good to write it out though I suppose.
