My Father, or Papa as we call him…..
The biggest loss for us all. My Daddy.
He was the ultimate victim here.
He was taken away from us and put in a nursing home because of Det Assholes lies. He begged to come home. He also begged to see the judge, yet no one would physically take him to court. I could not do it as I am an abuser of all that is good in this world, per the court docs.
He was neglected and they wanted to shut him off and let him die when he became ill in THEIR care due to neglect. He was never ill when we took care of him. Yearly tune up in a facility of our choice for medication adjustments, etc. The first week of every month he went to his personal doctor of 26 years just to touch base and make sure all was well. If there was an issue or problem, we did what was appropriate per the doctor.
Always in the best interest of my Father.
We were there the morning of December 16th (2010), which is when we were told he had “just expired”. No one called me to tell he had been admitted to the hospital on the 15th. He died alone, probably looking for us and wondering why we were not there with him…like we always were.
He died of pneumonia, no one paid attention to him.
They stuck him in a room alone, and left him to die.
When we cared for him 24/7, he was fine.
He was not supposed to go like this.
He was just fine living with us….and yet now he’s dead?
There are SO very many things I could elaborate on when it comes to my Dad, but I will stick with the basics.
He ended up on dialysis and in a place in IL close to me. Steven (my son) and I went 3-4 times every week without fail to spend time with him. We fought and fought to bring him home. In the summer of 2010 he was hospitalized and the hospital petitioned the state to let him die by discontinuing all of his treatments at that time. He would have died. Per my fathers request (and our wishes) we fought to keep him alive.
My father begged us to not let them kill him. We won.
Then on Dec 14th we went and saw him, we told him we would be back on the 16th two days later.
We told him how much we loved him, as we did every day.
He died malnourished and dehydrated as well.
When I would enter the hospitals or the nursing homes, the nurses would scatter when they spotted me.
Not because I was mean or a bitch (which they would have deserved), but because I always caught things that were wrong and things that were being neglected for my dad….and I being me, always spoke up and made sure they did the job they getting paid to do for my dad.
This poor man suffered because of LIES told about ME.
How is that OK?
It’s not, its disgusting. I’m so sorry Daddy.
The day he died, we found out that he was going to be coming home with us again in Jan (2011), per the state guardian as they saw no reason to NOT let him be with us. DUH. You think? Maybe his begging them to let him come back to us finally made a difference…did they finally hear him?
But it was too late. For all of us. He is gone.
I will continue to fight for my Dad, he deserves nothing less….
and I know he would do it for me.
RIP Theodore R Spicer
Born: 3.12.23 – At rest: 12.16.2010
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