The last time I spoke about my father’s suspicious passing (this post), my site got hacked and it took a few weeks to get the issue fixed. Odd, huh?
I’m bringing it up again because I was guided to openly speak about this. So, I’m trusting the inner knowing.
When I say father, he was my step father. He came into my life when I was young and raised me. He was the man I called daddy.
No, he wasn’t a good parent. There were times he was physically and emotionally abusive. It was complicated.
He worshiped the ground my mother (who was diagnosed with both NPD and ASPD) walked on and defended her till the ends of the earth. Even after their divorce, his heart was still hers.
Everything he did, he did out of love for her. It doesn’t make what he did right, but, he also didn’t deserve to go the way he did.
There are some things I fundamentally believe in. One is that everyone should die with dignity. And, another, is that people should get their due justice.
He got neither.
He passed away, and within 24 hours, his body was cremated without an autopsy. His “brother” (who went through a contentious divorce because his ex-wife knew all the details about his off-shore banking accounts and was also sued for refusing to distribute part of an inheritance when he was the executor of his mother’s will) and his possible pedo “friends” (they used to tell me about their swinging lifestyle when I was 14 years old, one who happens to be the proverbial “well respected lawyer and a pillar of his community”) helped the person who murdered him cover it up.
They even tried to silence me when I tried speaking up about this- from spreading lies about me to isolate me, some of them (not the pedos, I kept my distance from them) would make me foods they knew I liked only for me to find out it had been poisoned, they even went as far as to travel overseas to conduct graveyard magic. All so they could take money that didn’t belong to them.
They also covered up the fact that my father somehow managed to sell an apartment he owned AFTER he passed away. The apartment was sold in 2019 when he passed in the summer of 2018.
And, yes, I know who murdered him. She confessed to both my father and I to killing two of her ex husbands. She even complained that she had to poison one of them 4 or 5 times with rat poison because he refused to die. Why my father stayed with her is beyond me.
I’m not sure which husbands she killed, because before my father, she was married 5 times. Yes, 6 husbands, widowed 3 times.
She also openly said she hexed all 8 of her children (yes, 8 kids from 5 different baby daddies) because they deserved it. The way she said it- she had no remorse and defended her depravity like she was defending her own honor.
But, some of her kids aren’t so innocent, because they were in on this too. The lengths they went to to defend what wasn’t even theirs to take is beyond disgusting.
The day she gets arrested and is publicly exposed, I will say God is good. (He always is though.) And the day she dies, I will send my condolences to hell.
I didn’t say anything for a long time, because I had in fact tried so many times, only to be dismissed and ignored. And the more I tried speaking about my father’s death and his murderer, the less people believed me. So I stopped.
Now, there’s a part of me that has mixed emotions. On the one hand, these are the type of people whose deaths will have more meaning than their lives. So, I don’t want to give their lives meaning.
But, I also don’t want to contribute to the reason that evil is alive and kicking by keeping quiet. And I don’t want to keep the peace for depraved people while the innocent ones suffer without getting their justice.
What I am certain about is the poetic twist of fate- the people who have to create lies to destroy someone’s life can have their lives destroyed with truth.
I’ll see you soon…in the meantime, love yourself so much that even a Hallmark Christmas movie would be jealous.
