#171… Memory Flash…. edited

Freda was living at Tims in her own trailer and decided she didn’t want to move to Washington, and this part of the memory isn’t solid but, I got called or emailed, I don’t remember, what I do remember…

Don was dead, and Freda wanted to go back to the town and that was all I was told…

I was not informed of the $30,000 until Freda contacted me on Hawaii and wanted her money back and thats when I contacted Arkansas elder abuse hot line…

So she wanted to go home and I told everyone, she was capable of making decisions and running her finances…

Now remember I only had contact after 2010 because Peg said Tim we’re incapable of filing VA benefit papers and I got dragged into helping her do that and of course, first go around she won and got over $80,000+ in back pay…

I was the last to know she got the money…🤷🏼‍♀️

At that time, Freda was still able to be in control at her age, by 2017, her correspondence to me showed dementia…

Let’s be real, I grew up watching my dad with sundowners from my childhood to his death, my own husband has had dementia for 20 years, I know dementia!!!

When I filed the complaint in Arkansas, she deleted my phone number, and told everyone she was what ever with me and then by a couple years, she was flat broke and Donna had a health care POA only!!!…

So, my bet, she had frontal dementia and everyone knew but me and that $100,000 well she never missed it in the end…

I remember…

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I never cut Freda off… I had the same email and my phone number didn’t change till 6 months after her death… Because my siblings knew this, Freda was easy to badger for money and Don said they would, I can hear his voice in 2006, telling me what they would do and he was trying to remind me of Fredas mental health he brought up Dr Wolett!!!!!!!

I just never bothered reaching out… She refused to own what she did and I was done being used for my brain… I wanted my life and that did not include her… She cut me off… She did and the rest followed, like the sheep to slaughter…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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