National

Association

to

Guardian

Abuse©

 

CONTACT NASGA!

 

Our Mission
   

JOIN  NASGA Advocates for Reform

   



 

   
NASGA's Open Letters to Congress
and the
White House and Other Writings
   
GAO Reports
   
Senate Special Committee
on Aging
   
Judiciary Sub Committee on Administrative Oversight and the Courts
   

Special
TV
Reports
   

BECOME INFORMED:

 
 • What is Guardianship and Conservatorship?
   
 •
 
Stripped of
All Power
 • Ten Dirty  Tricks
 • Warning Signals
 
 •
 
Partners in    Crime
 
 •
 
The Enablers
 •
 
The Pirates
 
 •
 
An Open
Door
 •
Know Your Rights
 • Misnomers
 •
 
No One is Safe
 
 •
 
Veterans
In Peril
 

 
Practical Advice
 •
 
YouTube Videos
 
 •
 
Great Escapes
(Success
Stories!)
 

 •
 

In Memoriam
 
 •
 
Victims
 
 • Memorial Donations
   
 •
 
Soapbox
 
 •
 
Who's Really
to Blame?

 
 • Who Else is Paying the Price?
   
 • Related links
   
 • T.S. Radio With Marti Oakley
   
 • The Dirty Little Secret
   
 • Wanted!
   

 •

Contact  us!
   
 • NASGA's BLOG
   
  Donate!
 

In Memoriam

 

Our loved ones lost during guardianship/conservatorship.......



Retta Rickow
Member Lynn Sayler's Mother
June 6, 1929-Dec. 8, 2012



Retta will be missed by her sons Ron, Brian and Tim; and her daughter, Lynn Sayler (Alan) and grandchildren Chap, Brad and Christine Sayler.

Unfortunately she suffered physically, financially, mentally and emotionally under the court system as she was separated from her church, her friends, and her doctors; and family visitation was severely restricted when she was moved over 20 miles from her home.

Fortunately she is now free from this abusive system and has joined her beloved husband, Art, in the presence of her Lord. A memorial service will be held at her church, Lutheran Church of the Cross (LCC) on Shore Acres, Saturday Dec. 29 at 3 pm.

In lieu of flowers, please send donation to NASGA (National Association to Stop Guardianship Abuse), PO
Box 886, Mt. Prospect, IL 60056; www.stopguardianabuse.org

 

 

 

Clara Marsh
Member Richard Marsh's Mother
1916 - 2008
 


Clara Marsh - a loving mother and extraordinary woman.  Mom was a victim of Alzheimer's but also a victim of a wrongful guardianship that turned the last twenty months of her life into her worst nightmare.  May Clara Marsh rest in peace.  May those who abused Clara's person, estate and legacy have cause to reflect upon what they did. 

 

 

Alvahteen Anderson
Member Jorge Anderson's Mother
Dec 17, 1922 - Jan 27, 2012

For me, there was only one Mother who was my rock - or as I lovingly called her the Battleship as a teen to keep her from knowing I was speaking of her in my conversations to my friends . She grew to love her nick name; and I grew to revere my best friend for the wisdom she imparted to me, the love she showered me with all of my life and was always swift to my call for assistance. A stern friend and Benevolent mother and my personal crown jewel who helped me to keep the faith many nights of burning the midnight oils studying.

Thank you Mom for being the guiding force you have been for me. I love you and I know you're in heaven now, away from a long load of pain and suffering. You have earned your rest in the arms of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

 


Dorothy Wilson
Member Diane Wilson's Mother
 

Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Eulogy by Jim Fargaino

Death is simply the portal to new beginnings and peace for the person who leaves this planet with grace. It is a time to heal; a time for those left behind to be able to review and reflect on their life with the departed. Dorothy has passed into spirit; a place where she will be free of pain, fear, anger, frustration and all of what was troubling her. She has been welcomed by her loving husband and those who have gone before her; greeted with open arms and a love that cannot be understood by most of us here.

I personally met Dorothy a few years ago. She was a very happy woman; always with a smile when she was with Diane. There was never a doubt about how much she loved her. While I cannot speak for the relationships with her other children, there was a true sense of emotion whenever she discussed them.

Dorothy loved going out. Her eyes would beam when Diane would mention going to a movie, dinner, or even getting a manicure. She would speak of her love of the slot machines at the casinos, with the Borgata being her favorite. She was always warm and loving whenever I was in her presence. Those visits usually involved a cup of tea or some sort of chips or munchies. It was the little things in life that pleased her.

Today is a time to reflect on the beauty that Dorothy brought to all of us. She provided a spark of life for most people. Likewise, it would be hard to discard the pain she was feeling, nor the fear that she had that she would end up in a place not of her choosing. Even with all of those concerns, when I last spoke to her, all she discussed were her optimistic views that she would be going home soon. Dorothy’s only wish was to go back to her house that she loved for sixty years, or to live with her daughter. She was excited to see the new bathroom that Diane installed for her and made many remarks to me about how she always felt home there too.


While she may not have been perfect, her demeanor and approach towards handling her advanced age with dignity certainly was. It was important to her that she live with pride; something that she managed to have no matter what. She held onto it while caught up in a legal situation that nobody should ever have to endure; especially in their final time on earth. I was impressed by her resiliency. It was there despite how tired she was of the situations making her ill. Dorothy looked forward to what she saw and hoped would be her newfound freedom. Yes, there was a bit of sarcasm to Dorothy, but she had no problem making her thoughts about what she needed known. Sometimes, it was even punctuated by a little profanity.


Dorothy loved her grandchildren and spoke glowingly of her great grandchildren. To say she was proud that they were part of her family would be an understatement. They were a topic of conversation many of the times I visited with her at Diane’s home. When I spoke with her at the nursing home a couple of weeks ago, she made sure she mentioned them. She lit up when she talked about her beautiful granddaughter, Megan. The love that would well up in her eyes when she would look at pictures of Tara’s little ones cannot be expressed.

Her heart was open to everyone who treated her kindly, including Joann and Lisa whom she looked at as daughters too. Dorothy seemed to have friends everyplace. She loved to shop with anyone who would take her, and for those of you who knew her well, her appreciation of coupons was also evident. Dorothy was well loved, which is obvious by the outpouring here and the dozens of caring comments made by others.


The last time I was with her, I couldn’t help but laugh when she told me she wanted a bottle of wine to celebrate with and have a party when she got out of the nursing home. It was small comfort for her, yet it gave Dorothy a reason to be able to look forward to what was ahead. She only wanted to be happy.

Happiness is what her soul now has. She no longer has to fight a physical body that was breaking down, nor the annoyances of feeling like her requests were being ignored. Dorothy had a vibrancy to her that transcended everything. While she exuded love to most who knew her, she has now taken that love to look down upon us from her place in heaven. It will be given to all who deserve it. She tried to live her life to the fullest and did not want the fact that age should keep her from enjoying herself. May Dorothy bathe in the love that she deserves, and may her wine taste as beautiful as her soul is.

 




Dolores Bedin
Illinois Legislative Liaison Janet Bedin's Mother

As the sun started to peek over the horizon at 5:12 a.m. Tuesday, Aug. 23rd at 5:12 am God in HIS mercy looked down and took one of his beloved children home. She took her last breath on this earth ending one year of human suffering. Her spirit kept the lesson and tradition of her life, and continued to press on winning over adversity, fighting unacceptable odds and faithful to the knowledge that "Love Conquers All." Her generous loving heart continued to beat until 5:25 a.m. as the last goodbye to her children.

Dolores honored the encyclical words of His Holiness Pope John Paul II, whom she met on a number of occasions at the Vatican, "Be Not Afraid." This has to be an inspiring lesson that remains for us all. We have all asked the question, would Dolores' destiny be different if she had not been compromised by the unjust mistake of not being informed of her CT Scan results showing a malignant mass taken five months earlier at a leading Chicago hospital. Dolores' bad experience underlines a dysfunctional issue in our society in being provoked to fight the social ills that plague the elderly and the family members who care for their aging parents. The last year of her existence, she was obliged to fight two battles at the same time, not only her cancer, but the dysfunctional medical system that did not allow her any questioning about the crucial mistake. For that, she was put at risk to be taken away from the loving care and dedication of her daughter.

 Sincere thanks to the National Association of Guardian Abuse (NASGA) who gave national focus to her story. Her sacrifice has championed a cause for elder health reform, probate law and guardian abuse reform. Dolores was very grateful to Tina Stein of WIFR-23 who interviewed her about her painful experience. With dignity and class, Dolores spontaneously recited all 44 U.S. presidents as a testament to her memory and intellect. She did not back down and has become a symbol for elder patient discharge rights and a right to question why test results determining she was terminally ill were not given to her. Special thanks to the support of Sen. John Kerry, as well as Sen. Paul Kirk and Sen. Dick Durbin.

Dolores was born Oct. 24, 1924, in Rockford to Minnie and Frank De Grandis at 1223 1/2 Preston St., in the close-knit Italian community of south Rockford. It was here in the Venetian enclave of south Rockford, settled by her grandfather, Alessandro DeGrandis, in 1903, that her personality was formed. Inspired with the values the immigrants from the Veneto region brought to Rockford of hard work, pride in excellence, integrity, dignity, doing right and being helpful to others, genuine values and ethics were taught to Dolores. She attended St. Mary Catholic School and Ellis School. Graduated from West High School in 1942. At 17 years old, Dolores was introduced into the field of medicine at Rockford College, where she worked as a medical researcher for Dr. Crawford. At the outbreak of World War II, Dolores thought her service to community and country could best be used manning the switchboards. She became a telephone operator at Illinois Bell, where she patched calls through for President Roosevelt and President Truman.

On Jan. 15, 1948, Dolores married her first and only love, Emeric Bedin, at St. Anthony Church. Emeric also originated from the Veneto region of Italy and was raised in south Rockford. He was willing to lay down his life for his country, landing in Normandy during WWII. Dolores was a devoted wife, homemaker and loving mother, who transmitted to her children art, history and her love of books. She was devoted to taking care of her only son who has been ill since childhood. This was no doubt her mission, and an example of her character and life commitment to her family. When doctors said it would be overwhelming to take care of her son at home, she proudly replied, "We are Italian; we take care of our own." That passion and dedication in her heart was how Dolores lived her life.

Dolores and Emeric celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary, and unfortunately, shortly thereafter, he died after a long courageous battle with lung cancer on April 22, 1998. She was devoted to him and was faithful to his memory, knowing they would be reunited. In the Holy Jubilee Year 2000, Dolores traveled to Rome to walk through the Holy Door, where she had an audience with Pope John Paul II, carrying her husband's picture to be blessed. Dolores traveled to the Holy Land, following in Christ's footsteps on "Via Dolorosa," the path where He carried the cross. Dolores' last minutes were serene and peaceful, with her children embracing her up to the moment her heart stopped. It was in that moment, the Lord's light made way for her husband, Emeric, to reach down and greet his bride, escorting her up the stairway to Heaven. Dolores' legacy lives in the words of St. Paul: "for I am already on the paint of being sacrificed; the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day and not only to me, but also to all who have loved his appearing. Dolores, gathering along the way her spiritual values, simplicity, cheerfulness, loyalty and peace, went to her new life. After a long year of suffering, she returned to light and happiness up to the Throne of God.

 

 



Bertha Longstreet Jackson 
Legislative Liaison Brenda Kelley-Nelum's Mother

Peacefully entered rest on Sunday, June 20, 2010.  She is survived by her daughter, Brenda Kelley Nelum and her son-in-law, Adolphus L. Nelum, both of Woodbridge, Virginia.  She is also survived by a host of other relatives and friends. Visitation Tuesday, June 29, 2010 at the Saint Frances De Sales Catholic Church, 2021 Rhode Island Avenue, Washington, DC, 20018 from 10 a.m. until Mass of Christian Burial at 11 a.m. Interment Fort Lincoln Cemetery. Arrangements by McGuire Funeral Home.

My mother was a victim of Alzheimer's and she was also a victim of the conservator system in Washington, DC.

 

 

Delores L. Hanhauser
Member Kim Hanhauser's Mother

HANHAUSER, DOLORES L. - of Port St. Lucie, FL, formerly of Margate and Ventnor passed away peacefully in her Daughter's arms on August 1, 2009.

She was born and raised in Upper Darby, PA and moved to the Shore permanently in 1954. Dolores, along with her husband worked for the Margate Towers upon its opening for many years. Later she was employed by the NJ Dept. of Labor and Industry (Unemployment Division) as a claims examiner for many years. There she made many friends and thoroughly enjoyed their shopping sprees on Atlantic Avenue during their lunch breaks. Dolores devoted her life to her Children and Grandchildren doing very little for herself. She spent her days wondering what she could do to help them in any way. She spent many years contemplating moving to Florida however she decided she could not leave her family.

Dolores suffered from a lengthy illness but got her dream in June 2007 when she finally got her wish to move. She enjoyed numerous sightseeing day trips as well as some overnight visits with family. She enjoyed being outside in the beautiful sunshine. Her face "lit up" when her Son, Michael and her Grandchildren came for visits. She loved going to see her Physicians in Florida as they fell in love with her beautiful smile and treated her like "royalty".

She will be greatly missed and forever cherished by her family.

Dolores is predeceased in death by her Husband, Alfred M. Hanhauser, her youngest Son, Stephen J. Nolan and her Sister and Brother-in-Law, Adele and Robert Christian. She is survived by her two Sons, Michael and James Nolan, Daughter Kim Hanhauser, StepDaughter Penni Macpherson, Grandchildren Stephen, Matthew and Christian May, Heather and Peter Macpherson and Kelly Nolan. She is also survived by two Brothers, Frank and Jim Larkins of Ocean City and many nieces and nephews.

Memorial Mass will be held at 10:00am on Saturday, September 12, 2009 at Blessed Sacrament Church, Margate. In lieu of flowers, please make any donations to NASGA (National Association to Stop Guardianship Abuse) an organization working to protect our elderly, at PO Box 886, Mt. Prospect, IL 60056.
 

 

 



John T "Jack" Donovan

Member and former Vice President Sherry Moser's Father

John T. Donovan of Daly City, California passed away peacefully in his daughter's home in Las Vegas, May 3rd 2009.

He was the former Director of Enforcement of the Bay Area Air Quality Management Board. Previous to that job he was the Auditor in Charge of the history making California "outpost" in Chicago.

Dad had a special twinkle in his eye, and an infectious smile that endeared him to everyone that he met. He was an extraordinary man that was always there for his family and friends.

He was often the first person that people would turn to when they needed some sound advice or just a caring ear to listen.

He enjoyed the unobstructed Pacific Ocean view from his beloved Daly City home of over 40 years. Some of his best times were spent reclining in his easy chair, drinking a cup of hot cocoa, while listening to Johnny Mathis and watching the hang gliders soar over the cliffs and ocean directly behind his home.

He also loved travelling. Thankfully, dad was able to travel with his daughter, son in law, and grandchildren to New York, Tahoe and numerous trips to their cabin in Utah up until just a few months ago.

Sadly, in his final years, dad became a victim of the once well intentioned, but now misguided guardianship system.

Due to a family squabble, the San Mateo Public Guardian became involved in Dad's life as his temporary guardian. As a result, dad was forced to pay $15,000 per month for care. He would not be able to stay in his home very long at those exorbitant costs. The next step would be the selling of his home, and forcement into a nursing home against his will.

Although the squabble was quickly resolved with all family members agreeing that his daughter should be his guardian, the Public Guardian's Office stubbornly refused to let go. When asked by dad's longtime neighbor why they would not release their control of him as there was no longer any need for their involvement, she was informed that they had too much time and money involved in his case to just let him go.

As a result, dad's beloved home overlooking the ocean was sold against his wishes and his belongings were disposed of.

Dad will be so sadly missed. But he will be lovingly remembered.

For further information, please contact his daughter at
 guardianshipvictims@yahoo.com
.

 

 



Frieda Eversole

Member Finley Eversole's Mother
November 6, 1910 - April 25, 2009

My mother, Frieda Eversole, born November 6, 1910, passed away on Saturday, April 25, 2009 at the age of 98-and-a-half.  One of six children, mother was also a fourth cousin to Abraham Lincoln, of which she was justly proud.  She spent the first fourteen years of her life on a farm in southern Alabama, and then moved to Birmingham, AL, eventually attended and graduated from college during the Great Depression.  She married my father, Finley Pratt Eversole, a year later.  I was born a year-and-a-half into their marriage and am their only child. 

Throughout her life, mother was an astonishingly hard worker, compassionate and generous to all around her, always thinking of others first.  After World War II she spent at least a year gathering clothing and bedding and shipping it to victims in war torn countries in Europe.  She loved to entertain and was an exceptional cook.  She had an infectious smile to the very end.  Only after my father’s passing in May 1999 did I discover her quick wit and amazing sense of humor.  Just one example:  a couple months before her death, as I often did, I said to her, “I love you.”  A few seconds later I asked, “Do you love me?”  Her reply:  “Yes.  Aren’t you lucky!”  Sometimes she would simply smile and say, “I love me too.” 

My parents and I were close despite spending many years of our adult lives spent far apart.   

Taking care of my mother the final eleven years of her life has been the greatest privilege of my life.  The love she shared taught me more about love than I could have imagined possible.  Letting her go is difficult on some levels, but we are spiritual beings in physical bodies, and her body had been too confining for her bright soul for some time. Now she is free.  I believe the bonds of love are never broken and that the life and love we shared for this all-too-brief time will continue on.  As I had hoped, I got to be alone with her in her final hours, holding her and talking to her, telling her what a good mother she had been and that our love would continue on.  Part of loving is letting those we love move on when the soul decides its earthly work for this lifetime is done.  I was blessed with wonderful parents. 
                                                                                                                       
~Finley Eversole           
         

 

 


J.P. (Speck) Manire
Member Kim Manire's Father in Law

"We lost Speck (JP) Sunday morning at 9:16. His breathing got more and more shallow, and his breaths farther and farther apart. He only had morphine 4 times since they admitted him, a week ago last Wed. He passed with no pain, although you could tell that he was have a hard time breathing. I hate that we have only gotten to see him 6 times in the last 4 years, but this last week and a half we got to spend night and day with him.

For this I am thankful."
 

 

 

My Dad
October 26, 1964 - February 20, 2008

He passed away on February 20, 2008 at the young age of 43. He leaves behind his loving mother of Tucson, his beloved 15 year old son of Atlanta, and his precious 12 year old daughter  of Atlanta as well as many other loving friends and family. He is preceded in death by his father  and his son. He was born in El Reno, Oklahoma where his proud parents took him to Puerto Rico for the first 2 years of his life. The family then relocated to the Tucson area where he grew up and developed his love of the outdoors and his mother's love of dogs. He moved to California as a young adult and married. They were blessed with three beautiful children.  He spent many years riding horses with his family. He would recall the family trail rides as a time where the best talking occurred. He considered fatherhood to be his greatest achievement. His son  remembers him as a Dad who would give someone the shirt off his back or cover the fare for a stranger on the bus who was down on his luck. His daughter  remembers her Daddy as a faithful confidante and a masterful storyteller who enjoyed entertaining her.

He will never be forgotten and will live on forever in the beautiful eyes of his children and the warm heart of his mother.  

 

Daniel Gross
Member Dee King's Dad
November 30, 1919 – November 6, 2008

Lifelong NY resident, WWII vet, teacher, worker, inventor... 

On a visit to daughter in Ct. (2005) became embroiled in the Ct. Probate System where the judge, denied him his constitutional rights, although he begged for them. 

The judge went on to give Dan to a conservator who had him locked up in a nursing home, even though it was not the highest level for him, had him forced medications, refused him his own doctors, his own choice of lawyers, prevented him from seeking aid of any advocacy groups, denied his right to visitors, family, stripped him of all assets, put his house up for sale - all his worldly possessions disappeared. 

In 2006, due to the efforts of some incredible  high-minded people, they fought for, and won the freedom of this 86 year old man.

In 2007, the legislators changed the law to protect the rights of others (Bill #1432)

Those we have the utmost gratitude for are Atty. Veronica Halpern (Htfd. Legal Aid), Rick Green of the Hartford Courant, Atty.John Peters, who worked pro-bono to free Dan, Atty. Marilyn Denney (Htfd. Legal Aid), Eric Zager of Fox 61 News, Royal Stark of Quinnipiac Law School and the students who helped, Tom Berrant of CTLegal Project and others, Dan's friends, and finally the outstanding judge of Superior Court, Judge Gormley, who restored justice and freedom to Dan Gross.

We thank God above all and for putting these wonderful people in our path to overcome this perverse system that preys on the vulnerable.

Dan said this was always about the money--he was right.

He also said, "Never give up"-- we won't!

 



Stephanie Hordijuk
May 11, 1912- Oct 28, 2006
Member Oksana Hordijuk’s Mother


My Grandparents often traveled from the Ukraine to the United States , and on one visit, my Mother, Stephanie, was born in NYC.

When the war started, my Mother was living in Bratislava , Czechoslovakia .  The Red Army was coming and was roughly  90 miles away.  My parents packed a suitcase and escaped, taking the last cattle car before the bombs fell.   (My father was in the Ukrainian army and held a high position in the Ministry and the family would have been sent to Siberia .)

That was the first time my Mother lost all her treasured things.  It took one year to travel to Bremenhaven , Germany to get a boat that my Grandfather had arranged for the family to go to the US where my Mother was a US citizen.  We had very little to eat and looked like we had come from a camp.

My parents started again in a walk up apartment. My Mom was going to night school and working in a sweat shop making flowers for hats.  My father, an engineer, washed dishes until he could get an engineering job.

My Mother was very good with hats and finally worked for Miss Mary.  At that time, women wore hats and Miss Mary’s hats ended up in Bergdorf Goodman’s in NYC and many fine stores.  One of Miss Mary’s clients was Jackie Kennedy. 

My Mother had a hard life, she worked hard for her money and saved what she could.  When she got older, my ex-brother wanted her in assisted living in FL and wanted to sell her house.  He drugged her and took her to FL without my knowledge.  With a “separate agent power of attorney”, he transferred all of Mother’s money under his and Mother’s name.

I snuck my Mother out of FL and back to her home.  He told me if I wanted the money for Mother, I’d have to take him to court.  "I am Mother's financial advisor", he said, so I had to apply for guardianship to get at Mother's funds for her to live on and also pay her bills.

Mother was afraid he’d take her again.

Instead of appointing me as Mother's guardian, the court s put a guardian third party guardian (a stranger) in place.

But my big question is, who guards the guardian?  So far, I can’t find the answer.  The guardian was not a protector but instead was a predator.

 

Grace Connors
July 17, 1921 – October 13, 2006
Member Mary Claire Connors' Mother 

Grace Connors graduated from West Pittston High School and was a member of Immaculate Conception Church, West Pittston, PA.

She was beautiful inside and out, devoted to her family and lived an active life, supporting political campaigns, pursuing a strong appreciation for the arts and attending to her civic duties. She was a coordinator for the Red Cross during the flood of 1972. She was an officer of the retired National Association of Federal Employees Union, Pittston Chapter.

Tragically, Mom suffered horribly and needlessly the last five years of her life under unlawful public guardianship through the County Orphans Court, which was in appeal when she died.

For over 2 ½ years, I was not allowed to visit her at the nursing facility holding her captive. During this time, Mom, suffering from dementia, thought I deserted her and didn’t love her anymore. (Under my one on one care with unlimited medical/health resources, her dementia had improved and further improvement was expected until the unlawful guardianship claimed dominion over her completely thereby enforcing a slow but steady decline.)  By the time these brief and regulated visits were allowed, my Mom had deteriorated so much, I didn’t recognize her.

Because her family was her first priority, the court’s ordered isolation with only limited contact with her granddaughter and only in the office of the corporate nursing facility under supervision, was so very punitive to her.

The closer we got to appeal date, the quicker she declined as the alleged guardian, kept relating that Mom was dying for several months.   In spite of being told, allegedly by the so called guardian, that "your daughter is selling your house out from under you" (totally false), Mom only believed her for a day or so and then be right back to talking positively about me. Near the end, when the alleged public guardian  agency  was  becoming fearful of a wrongful death suit, I was offered the guardianship. 

Mom was a strong and determined woman but she couldn’t hold out long enough to regain her freedom and rights --- both unlawfully stolen from her. She held on as long as she could but in the end, her only release --- her freedom was gained by her death. She was dehydrated and starved to death after all of her teeth were removed; she died skin and bones after we were forbidden to give her water when she asked for it.

She was my best friend.   She was a loving wife and mother, a kind person, and followed the law and advice from AARP, attorneys, etc. by making a Durable Power of Atty. and designating me as her atty.-in-fact, which she never revoked.   She had Long Term Care Insurance, etc.  My father was a WWII veteran; they paid all their taxes and lived honest good lives instilling the same values in their children.

The court used no evidence -- only hearsay, to destroy and punish  her with  the orders that benefited  only corporate interests, and some "good ole boys and girls" at the expense of her, her legacy, her family and the taxpayers/citizens.   

I am compelled to speak, write and inform citizens of this atrocity in the hope that enough exposure of such heinous predatory hidden practices can be stopped by public outcry and action.  I will be forever affected by the long term trauma & loss that was unimaginable as an American citizen.  

In addition to her husband, James G. Connors, who died in 1986, she was preceded in death by her daughter, Patricia Connors, who also died in 1986. She is survived by her daughter, Mary Claire, and granddaughter, Keely, who miss her more every day until they meet again in spirit.

It is part of Mom's legacy to have her and our suffering and losses count for something.


   
 (c) 2006 NASGA

Guardianship abuse and conservatorship abuse IS elder abuse!