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May 3 2017.
I had a choice ~ or sometimes not ~

to leave this life,

or better my life.

I chose self betterment.

Meditate on this and only love remains.

I was just notified my 88 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.

The facts will curl your hair and the truth will eventually touch your heart.

UPDATE: It is my knowing and opinion, filled with tangible facts and hard evidence, that the woman I am speaking of is someone to be on the alert about. She is not to be trusted, and for the benefit of other families out there, I hope she is not preying upon another vulnerable elder, nor his or her family, as this person did my father and mine.

The woman involved in this incident is Mavis Darlene Eggert (for brevity D.E.), from Sun City, Arizona. She has a son, Eric, whom I feel was also involved.

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.
The medical records and evidence from his long time doctor prove it. Although once married D.E. changed his doctor to a VA (Veterans Hospital) doctor. Totally not necessary. She was incredibly calculating, devious, uncaring, and knew exactly what she was doing. I was gutted, shocked, and bewildered by this entirely premeditated viscous act.

My father 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 one 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, D.E. (just short of 80 years of age),
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.

On April 12, 2014, Just a couple of weeks later, they went on a Cruise to Mexico.

Between March 23, and April 12, 2014,  I called my father like I always had to check in on him.
My father answered, and as usual I could hear inconsistencies in his cognition of memory.
But he said he met someone and she was there, did I want to talk with her?
I said: “yes, I’d love to.”
This was the first time I met D.E.
When she answered we talked, and I did ask her to please not marry my father, he is vulnerable, and simply needs a companion. She said quote: “Oh I won’t, we are just having fun.” The conversation ended incredibly strange. She pretty much just hung up. The beginnings of a nightmare I had no forewarning was coming.

So that was that for now, but more to know.
July 27th, 2014, I receive a call from D.E.  Something very critical to this story happened on July 27th when she called. Factual in recorded evidence, in her words, and with witnesses. I will leave the details and full disclosure of this for the book I’m writing.

On September 9, 2014, just forty three days after her call to me on July 27th, they got married in Northern Arizona. Here I was thinking my father had a companion who cared for him? I found out they got married after I drove down to visit my father, meeting he and D.E. for dinner. I saw the ring and asked if they got married? Quote in her words: “Oh yes, and I wanted a small ring but he wanted to buy me a bigger one.”  With me at this dinner was a friend who knew my father, met D.E. in the beginning as I did, and witness to all of this unfolding. He is a lawyer from Chicago.

So 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. Oh the details in between these fine lines.

November 7, 2014. On this day D.E. filed an “Order of Protection” against this daughter for no good reason, other than to further isolate her from her vulnerable father, while D.E. did her dastardly deeds, all for his money. Now being married, she had ‘rights’, and under this filing my father was considered a “Protected Party” by the wife, a stranger my father just met?  Less than two months after marrying my father, and mind you, he was certainly not being protected for his well being, but for the well being of his captor, so-called, wife. He was a caged animal, unable to get out. Unable to get away from her claws, sinking deeply into his memory loss.

My father being one who got lost trying to find his way, was now under a stranger’s control for financial satisfaction for herself.  She was holding her asset tight, very close, and again, knew exactly what she was doing. Which meant that I could not see my father for one year via this “Order of Protection”. Swift move, and calculating.

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 financial and 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.

As I look back, it was after leaving my fathers house one time, she was waving,
standing in the driveway, with my father standing by her, his head bowed down as if submissive,
when she eerily yelled out: “Don’t call me next week I’ll be working, it’s my play money!”
What? It just didn’t register all these signs until it was too late.

And again, the whirlwind through this experience was calculatingly swift.

I eventually found out the family home was sold Oct 14th, 2014, and a ‘fixer upper’ home was bought and moved into Oct. 15th, 2014. 

The day my father and D.E. moved into this “fixer upper” home? I was not prepared for the call I received out of the blue from D.E. shouting: “Don’t ever call me again!” and hung up. Remember, it was just 23 days later, on Nov 7th, 2014, she filed the “Order of Protection”. She was on a roll now, to isolate and make the move to kill, swiftly. Going after the juggernaut with intent to destroy for her selfish greed crushing everything that got in her way.

The shock and bewilderment intensified within my very soul by this. I thought I was dealing with a companion for my father. I was in her presence only a few times before the isolating tactics began, it was like an emotional torrential hurricane. As it happened I reached out to learn what was going on. I realized I was dealing with “Elder Abuse”. She was like Jekyl and Hyde. It was instant. Once an apparently nice old lady, the next? The wicked witch of the west. One could not put the circumference of a proton in between the rapidity of the events that followed. The devastation began to take place and take hold.

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.

But one thing I do have, are loads of evidence. So surreal what went on behind the scenes revealing the truth of the matter.
I come to find out my father is to be buried at Arlington National Cemetary.
Strange because he already had burial plots purchased for the family in 1984,
in Phoenix, Arizona, after the murder of his young son, and
Where his wife of fifty years, and mother to his three children are 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 some money.
Now I hear my brother has liver cancer. UPDATE: My brother died on August 23, 2019. I was informed 2 weeks later.
I will always love my brother so very much.

I feel deep sorrow that he surrendered and succumbed to this. He actually sat across on the other side in Court during the proceedings, with D.E., some stranger our father met from on an online dating service. Siding against his own sister, while our father was crying out for help, no-one would hear, no-one was listening, as our father was lost and vulnerable. I could not reach my father, nor my brother. Desperately heart wrenching.

The irony? The first experience of losing a loved one, my younger brother, Robert, murdered in 1984. Now here we are, sitting in a courtroom in 2015, in Phoenix, and I am trying to rescue my father from the hands of an elder abuser, with my only other brother Steven, sitting next to D.E. on the opposite side of the courtroom, with whom I consider to be the eventual murderer of our father. It was something unimaginable. Yet, another strangeness in this scenario? As I sat one day listening to D.E.’s testimony, it took all I had, and turned my head to look out the window noticing the Court building directly next door. The building I was looking at was where my family sat in 1985, enduring three weeks of trial for the murder of my younger brother Robert on the 9th floor!  So during the enormous grief my family went through then, almost taking my own life, the irony is? I said to what was left of my family at that time, Mother, Father, brother Steve, “no-one else is going before me because I can’t go through this again”.  Every one in my family is now gone, tragically. Why on Earth am I still here?

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.

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

Some background to it:
I sent my father 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.

HIS REPLY:
From: Carl Richards [Rich]
To: Pamela
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.
My father died nine months shy of Ali’s 30th birthday.

D.E. 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 centered within, in order to continue.
With heavy heart ~

A most interesting thing happened though on Sunday April 30th, 2017?

I was leaning over to pick something up off the floor in my closet. To give you a visual, imagine this. As I was leaning down, imagine it happening in slow motion. At the same time I felt this energy pour through me like a whispering breeze, sailing in from the right side and top of my head, down my entire body through my feet sailing away into the Earth and outward. Before the breeze of energy arrived, it all happened in sync. I knew it was my father coming in, I recognized the imprint of my father immediately upon arriving in my space and body, as it flowed through. My mind was empty in this recognition as it was happening simply Being with it in its passing. The message was very clear. He now understands. So beautiful it was, so powerful and healing.
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

UPDATE: March 25, 2019

Finally the day came. I attended my fathers services at Arlington National Cemetery scheduled for 3:00pm on Monday March 25th. Filmed and documented. So surreal and so beyond my belief that this is how things would unfold in this family’s life, extraordinary really. One more step on the journey towards discovery of ….

On April 30th, 2017, my father died. His death certificate though stated the date of May 1st, when presented in Court. It is now March 25th, 2019, almost two years later that his ashes are put to rest. Why so long? Well, only one will know. There were two other dates for burial but both were cancelled. I flew to Arlington for the second burial scheduled. At the last minute standing in the Administration building for the 3:00 pm services, came to find out that it was cancelled. Of course I was expecting family members and whomever to be there, yet, no-one but me and a friend were. What this woman is capable of doing, in my opinion, is beyond belief. With no mercy at all. Even to the very end it seems she did not want me to even attend his funeral. But I did.

It was likely unexpected that I would be there, but for the grace of life itself, I was. I will write more later.  For now, will leave this page with a photo of the billboard that flipped from one name to another on this day of many VETS who were being laid to rest. To see my fathers name appear was beyond any word I could tangibly speak. I was there to pay my respects and made it. Finally. There were only two other people there at his full honors services beside myself the only daughter and family member. The other two were the stranger he married, and her son with his bulldog. They got away with a lot of cash, they got away with murder, but they can’t take away the dignity of truth.  With all my love daddy … Incredible.

“Release is freeing.

To be heard is allowing.

To recognize is loving.

And to let go, is beyond measuring.”

~ plr

“Would add that we DO come full circle to absolute change again ~

like a fractal flying from its base with coherency.

And if there is no coherency with that past,

then the past fades, and the flower blooms.”

~ plr

Dad Arlington Video Parking Lot 480p

“Let your stories

speak through lies,

and open doors.”

~ plr


I want to share a vision with you all, that I had as a child. My father went to Vietnam for one year of duty, and returned, thank goodness! There was this moment when all the people were coming off the plane at Sky Harbor Airport. It was 1967 or 68?  I remember the moment so well. I saw my father walking out, recognizing him as he was wearing his flight suit, walking into the open aisle of the airport, kneeling down with open arms. Running to him I did, with such joy to see him again!

Sometimes you just wanna crawl into the corner of your warm bed with blankets comforting. It is here in serenity and silence, at least from my memories, that I meld into beautiful dreams undaunted by what my eyes have seen.

My mother used to call my two brothers and I one by one into the room where the reel to reel tape player was in the living room. Privately we each would have time to talk with Dad while it was being recorded and later sent to him in Vietnam. Later to find out all those tapes were destroyed when my fathers bunkers were bombed. He showed me a photo of it but that photo is gone now, but here we were, my two brothers and I around that time.


One story my father told me of his time in Vietnam 1968 …
his plane was hit and went down.
He walked with a broken back,
to finally finding a farm where he got help.
So much more but for now …Sigh with deep love.
 

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.



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.”

~ plr

“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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