My grandfather was murdered
I need to vent. My grandfather was one of the only good people I was related to. After my grandmother died his so called “son” moved in under the pretext of caring for him. Slowly over time he did his best to isolate him from everyone even though his actual children lived down the street from him. Eventually when I was 15 I got sick of it and stole a relatives vehicle to see my grandfather. He was a wreck, he was clearly not being cared for and didn’t remember my name a problem he had never had before. When he found out I was physically there the murderer freaked out and ran away like the coward he is. I left, I should have done something then but I was just a kid. For years no one knew anything about my grandfather until my aunt found out he had been put in a shithole that had nothing more than a single bed for him. The moment we rejoined him and fought in court to see him we were allowed to see him twice a week. The scumbag claimed to have be his medical proxy which ended up being a lie.
Then we found out he needed emergency surgery which the murderer refused to give him despite my grandfathers wishes to have it. Instead he put him in hospice and left him to die while we were allowed to see him only four hours each week. While visiting him I found evidence of cocaine in the bathroom. He was so evil he snorted drugs while his father was dying. Then one night while we were visiting he arrived and I stopped him outside before he could come in and as a result he attacked me. He had me up against a wall trying to choke me to death. My greatest regret in life is not taking him out then and if a nurse hadn’t pulled him off I would have probably. I pressed charges against him but he just lied in court and pressed charges against me while lying nonstop and it went nowhere.
My grandfather died, supposedly of natural causes but I suspect he was outright murdered. They hired a lawyer to fight the changes in the will he made but bot for the murder. They all cared only about his money and even though it was proven he had lied under oath no one did anything. He got away with murder simply because no one cared. No one in law enforcement, no doctors, the courts no one but me. My grandfather wasn’t perfect but he was always kind to me when most people weren’t. No one knows where his murderer is, free to spend the money he stole on crack. Im glad I don’t, honestly I don’t know what I would do if I found out. This is the origin of my rage at injustice and only further increased over the years. Even writing all this makes me enraged and I had to yell several times in rage. I just feel such extreme rage from all this, this world is filled with so much injustice it sickens me. Some day the rage will overwhelm me Im sure.
Then we found out he needed emergency surgery which the murderer refused to give him despite my grandfathers wishes to have it. Instead he put him in hospice and left him to die while we were allowed to see him only four hours each week. While visiting him I found evidence of cocaine in the bathroom. He was so evil he snorted drugs while his father was dying. Then one night while we were visiting he arrived and I stopped him outside before he could come in and as a result he attacked me. He had me up against a wall trying to choke me to death. My greatest regret in life is not taking him out then and if a nurse hadn’t pulled him off I would have probably. I pressed charges against him but he just lied in court and pressed charges against me while lying nonstop and it went nowhere.
My grandfather died, supposedly of natural causes but I suspect he was outright murdered. They hired a lawyer to fight the changes in the will he made but bot for the murder. They all cared only about his money and even though it was proven he had lied under oath no one did anything. He got away with murder simply because no one cared. No one in law enforcement, no doctors, the courts no one but me. My grandfather wasn’t perfect but he was always kind to me when most people weren’t. No one knows where his murderer is, free to spend the money he stole on crack. Im glad I don’t, honestly I don’t know what I would do if I found out. This is the origin of my rage at injustice and only further increased over the years. Even writing all this makes me enraged and I had to yell several times in rage. I just feel such extreme rage from all this, this world is filled with so much injustice it sickens me. Some day the rage will overwhelm me Im sure.
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