The New Clothing and Gear Line: November 2016

Dear Santa;

Yep.
Another letter from a grown up.
I would hope you wouldn't mind as i don't really recall doing these as a child. You know why.
Anyhow,
I just want to ask you to share this message if you can.
The shit trailer we are currently in almost burned down yesterday. I am not sure why just the dryer tripped but if it hadn't we would be homeless because the one place we could go a certain relation of hubbys would say no and you know why so i wont get into it here.
This freaked me the f out. Almost loosing what little we do have and what that would have done to the boys. Especially them knowing that the aforementioned relation would not have allowed a roof over their heads out of some spite or something, i dunno.
Anyway,
I just want to get a home for the family, still.
I would like that house to be hubby grandpas house.
The story is in the gofundme and the video but here it is anyway.
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https://www.gofundme.com/rescue-me-and-the-kids

I come to you today to ask for compassion and help.
I need to save Poppy's house.

This house has been my Husband's rock for 35 years.
35 years of Christmas.
35 years of Easter.
35 years of birthdays.
Poppy was Hubbys constant when other things fell apart. A place he could go where he knew he would be loved and safe.

Please help us save Poppy's house. Help us save Hubbys memories, our children's memories. Please don't let Poppy's bratty son win. Help us save his house so we can raise our children in a family home. A home that means the world to my husband, my children, and me.

POPPYS HOUSE

THE LAST PICTURE TAKEN WITH POPPY AND OUR 2 BOYS AT BOISE ART IN THE PARK

This was taken around August 27, 2015. This was the last time Poppy did anything with his two oldest great grandchildren. Poppy loved art so we took him to AITP. It was no easy task. As you can see by this time he needed oxygen and a wheelchair.
Poppy lived for many years with CLL, chronic lymphocytic leukemia.
On October 4, 2015 at 3:50AM Poppy passed away at home in his oldest grandchild's arms. That oldest grandson is my husband and the father of the two boys pictured with Poppy.
Though this was a sad and solemn time, during the 24 hours leading up to Poppy's passing my boys got something I didn't get with any of my great grandparents, the go to say goodby.

On October 1, 2014 myself, my husband, and our two boys moved in with Poppy. The reason does not matter. What matters is what it became.
After living there almost full time for a year we were able to alleviate hubbys mom's duties of 24/7 care.

THE LAST CHRISTMAS 2015 WITH POPPY AT HIS HOUSE

We took over the home care. All we asked was help with Dr. visits as we only have one car. This was ment with a lot of oh we are busy and a plethora of other excuses. The only way we got Poppy's son to help was with last minute you HAVE TO's and then he was very upset about helping the man who gave up years to raise the boy. All Poppy's son wants is money.

Poppy's son never wanted us there. He didn't even want to grant his own fathers wishes of passing at home. Obviously he lost that battle.

For years Poppy's son only saw his father as a bank account. This is a truth. As soon as Poppy passed it became a barrage of hate toward us. A constant flood of anything they could think to do to make us uncomfortable. Like I have said, his son didn't want us there. His son is a jealous and greedy man.

As I was packing our stuff to move out and Poppy's son and his wife were also there and packing up Poppy's things I hear his son say the most horrid thing ever.

"I hope we sell this place fast so we can take a vacation without having to drag Poppy with us."

My heart broke. This is the kind of evil Poppy's son is.

We need to buy the house as Poppy's son want's to sell to the local big college who will just rent it out to college students that will trash the house. The college will cut down huge, beautiful trees that have been there for over 30 years. Eventually the college will just tear down the house to make a vacant lot or another building they don't really need.

At this point I really don't give a rats ass about Poppy's son getting money.

All I care about is my family. My husband and what he is losing.

Please help us save Poppy's house. Help us save Hubbys memories, our children's memories. Please don't let Poppy's greedy son win. Help us save his house so we can raise our children in a family home. A home that means the world to my husband, my children, and me.

https://www.gofundme.com/rescue-me-and-the-kids
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So there's the gofundme now here is the video I made...

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Not much more to say Santa.

This would mean the world to hubby and the boys.

Just kinda pass it around to all the people you know, maybe this year I can give hubby back his rock.