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May 3 2017.
I had a choice to take my life, or better my life.
I chose self betterment.
Meditate on this and only love remains.

I was just notified my 89 y/o father died, just three days ago, April 30th, somewhere in Mexico.
Mind you, he was not on vacation.
This story involves excessive abuse and preying upon a vulnerable elder.
I so want to share every step of this story,
from beginning to end from March 2014 to April 30,2017…
however for now, I feel to share a ‘brief’ until there is final closure.

Note to everyone: Stay close to your precious loved ones and elders.
Do background checks immediately on any stranger coming into a family fold.
Especially with a vulnerable one.

I watched my beloved father begin to deteriorate as early as 2010.
He was having mild strokes, had two diabetic comas,
once fell backwards like a dead tree, landing on his head onto concrete, another 911 call.
His memory loss was increasing, and signs of Alzheimers/Dimentia were becoming apparent.

What transpired in the course of thirty six months is something out of a horror movie,
hitting hard like an unseen guillotine, and never saw it coming.
Around March 23, 2014, a woman, we shall call her D.E. (in her early 80’s),
swept in like a vulture preying upon a highly vulnerable man,
slipping in like a slithery snake from the crevices of an online dating service.
This is how they met.
Just a couple of weeks later, on April 12, 2014, they went on a cruise to Mexico.
Then she left him for a few months, returning into his life on July 27th.
Something very critical to this story happened on July 27th. Will detail later.
On September 9, just forty three days later they got married.
Once married, like a predator grifter the isolating tactics began.
She was devious, calculatingly cold and cunning in her swiftness.
She removed my fathers computer and phone so he had no contact with the outside world,
nor could anyone reach him, only but through her.
Even banning one of my fathers very near and dear long time Air Force buddy’s from seeing him.
Very cruel to do this and my father never knew what she was doing behind his back.
She was brainwashing him, manipulating and exploiting with undue influence.
She began going through all of my fathers financial affairs ~ changing everything.
My father was under her wicked spell and I could not reach him. It was simply terrifying.
D.E. fooled me into her graces saying “you’re the daughter I never had.”
One of her hobbies was ‘flipping’ houses in real estate.
The family home was sold Oct 14th and a ‘fixer upper’ was bought and moved into Oct. 15th.
On move-in day I receive a phone call from her shouting “Don’t ever call me again!”
On November 7th, D.E. filed an ‘Order of Protection’ on this daughter for no good reason,
other than to further isolate me from my vulnerable father for one year,
while she did her dastardly deeds.

This woman is one of the wickedest people I’ve ever met, and my father is now dead.
Dying in a foreign country, alone, without any family or long time familiar friends with him.
She had him cremated in Mexico and has his ashes. More questions I have.
I found out he is to be buried at Arlington National Cemetary.
Strange because he already had 5 plots purchased for the family in 1984,
at Greenwood Memorial Lawn in Phoenix, Arizona, after the murder of his young son.
And where his wife of almost fifty years is buried.

I was my fathers ‘wingman’. This person snuck in and took him down.
This has been nothing short of experiencing what a form of hell might be like.
It took the wind out of my sails and had many moments of losing the will to breathe.
The final ‘shock’ was my only other sibling, an older brother, sided with her.
She paid him off, and he took it, leaving his sister in the dust.
He actually helped keep me from my father, all for money.
Now I hear my brother has liver cancer.
I love my brother so much.
I feel deep sorrow that he surrendered to doing this.
He actually sat across on the other side in Court, with her, against me,
while our father was crying out for help, lost and vulnerable. Heartbreaking.
Sometimes I wonder why am I alive?
The details are vast and can only share part of it now,
and I will share it because I know this is not just one story.
It is one of millions and I wish to help others by letting them know they are not alone,
and how does one come through such tragedy to heal? Well, we certainly don’t stay quiet about it.
Stay close for this story is one that will be written in one of the books I’m writing.

Another cryptic irony in this case that I just re-discovered.
An email from my father dated April of 2014.

Some background to it:
I sent him some photos of his granddaughter, my daughter Ali,
from a music festival she attended in April, 2014.

It was his reply that I am now looking at with cryptic surreality.
He replied to ME, thinking he was talking to his daughter Ali,
and signed it “Rich”, not “Papa” as he normally would have.
Clearly showing his vulnerable state of mind.

Here is the cryptic chronology:
March 23, 2014: My father just met D.E. from an online dating service.
April 12, 2014: They went on a Cruise to Mexico for one week.
April 22, 2014: Date of email exchange just after they returned.

From: Carl Richards [Rich]
Date: April 22, 2014 10:53:43 AM MST

“Thank you, Ali, You are turning into a beautiful young lady.
I only wish I could be around to see what you will look like at age 30.
My best wishes to you, always. Rich”

April 30, 2017: My father dies in Mexico. Just under 3 years after writing this email.
Jan 3, 2017: Ali turned 29 years of age.

She won’t tell me how my father died, but I will tell you how he lived.
At the same time in my growth from this,
I found an equal balance for myself to this kind of human behavior,
and what it means to be a human being.
I stand in the middle within, in order to continue.
With heavy heart ~
A most interesting thing happened though on Sunday the 30th?
I felt this energy pour through me like a whispering breeze,
along with the sense of my father immediately.
I know it was him. So surreal. He is now free.
The celestial skies just gained another star,
and he’s shining with my mother Annis Elaine, brother Robert, and his beloved sister, Marion.
This woman may have my father’s ashes,
though he came to me in spirit, leaving Earth on final flight.
Meet you daddy in the middle of forever, your loving daughter, Pamela

This page was originally created back in January of 2011.
It was a dedication purely to my father for our shared love of flying, and my love for him.
I am happy he enjoyed it while alive. Little did I ever know his life would end like this.

Fly For The Love Of It. Not the Fight of It. This ones for you daddy, I love you!
A pilot, Carl Sidney Richards (Tango) who flew for the love of it,
and this love remains in his heart today.
It was his dream. It is the love of his life. It is a dream he achieved.
It is a dream of flying, metaphorically and skyway speaking that I believe in,
and share with him eternally.
My dream is that we open a new door, and those who fly in war …
Turn those birds around and come home.

“I adore quality vs. quantity. Patience over haste. Heart over matter.Truth over waste.”
“What you don’t believe in evaporates.”

“My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien,
still a stranger to the ground, I am home.”
~ Richard Bach 1963

The military term “Stand Down” describes the movement of soldiers in combat
To a safe place for rest and recovery.

I think this world needs a rest don’t you?
Fly For The Love of It ~ Not The Fight of It.

“The soaring pilot makes an aerial excursion, not an incursion.
His passage leaves a whisper, not a shriek.”
~ Richard Miller, 1967

“Every bite I take feeds the hungry.
Every drink I make nourishes the thirsty.
Every breath I take awakens me further along with another.
And every line I cross, shows me just how much farther I can go.”
pamela leigh richards

Ide were were nita ochun
Ide were were
Ide were were nita ochun
Ide were were nita ya
Ocha kiniba nita ochun
Cheke cheke cheke
Nita ya
Ide were were
Ochu is the Goddess of Love.

“Action manifesting by the movement of pure energy knowing ‘no thought’.”

“If you wish to take a fly on the breeze,
within your Heart speaking gently to thee.
I am home here. All egos checked in at the door.
Remove fear. Free your mind.
Building what I see. No thinking necessary.”

“I can be as strong as I have to be.
At the same time I know I don’t have to be.
Love is the only strength we need.”

“I would rather have few friends who live freely to speak,
than many who hide in secrecy.”

All Quotes: Pamela Leigh Richards, plr, unless otherwise noted.
Images: Unknown with all due respect, otherwise noted.

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