Who me?

     Well hello there.  Still here somewhat.  Let's pick up

     I've given you the lay of the land and how things worked.  Honestly I cannot say much more than that.  Not that I can't but that there is no more to detail.  So we'll just start to the point of getting to the end.  Damn, remember when this was a blog about me?  I'd even get pissed that their bullshit bled in here.  And now I'm coming to the conclusion of my sisters' life.  

     There were as in all places like this, little viruses.  They edge in now and again.  Are cleared up and such.  She had a few bouts.  Nothing overly serious.  And rarely missed smoking sessions.

     Now I know I've given fake names to her friends.  But now I say screw that.  I'm not going back to read and such.  Sorry.

     The kid John.  Good nature d, a tad wild.  He'd brought an interesting atmosphere.  I remember one time she called when they were outside racing his little remote controlled car around.  She'd had a ball.  Cosmo was a work also.  Nice guy.  Just weird.  I thought he was in his late 50's or 60's.  Nope his 40's.  He had some addiction issues.  I never quite figured out why he was there.

    The guy Michael in his wheel chair.  There's been an accident and he died.  Said he met Jesus and was told he could go back but he would have to learn to walk again.  Personally I would have checked my ticket right there.  "What I'm in?!"  He had good family that would take him out time and again.  Friendly but not to friendly if you understand.  I've already covered Eileen, I know I named her Ellen but to Hell with the name changes I told you.  Was happy Patti and her got so close.

     There were other secondary characters.  But I'll not go into that.  Food really sucked there.  The place was going to Hell.  A lot of times she couldn't eat the dinner and would ask for the sandwich alternative.

     I told her at one point that the lawyer I'd gotten for her Social Security dropped her.  All because she didn't sign something.  Oh well.

     I was also very close to bankruptcy at this point.  Since the beginning of the year my credit score dropped over 100 points.  Yup.  B.I.L. stopped giving house money declaring that he had nothing to give.

     I can't blame him entirely, wasn't like he was spending it on anything other than beer and smokes.  And the added expense of the daily stuff brought up to my sister.  Just on my days it added up to $50 a week.

     I ran completely out of cigars so my stress was through the roof.  Work was wild.  Very hard to see people going.  And I was incredibly busy.  It sucked.  I had no refuge at all.

     I came very close to pawning my dad's ring.  I'm sure it is worth something.  I didn't.  Instead I got cheated, my opinion, on some coins at a dealer.

     I think it was late August or early September when I approached the B.I.L. about having to send the bills to his trustees.  I was told we'd have to talk about that.