47 Lawyer secretary’s officially signed death certificate is FAKE (I have proof that she’s still alive). Song: “One Voice”

I moved in with my mother after my father died, after my siblings visited Naples for our father’s memorial, and before our mother was in and out of the hospital for two surgeries. While our mother’s dying wishes were to allow her three children to be able stay at the house together and have the chance to be the happy family which she was giving EVERYTHING to, unbeknownst to me, my siblings were meeting secretly with our father’s estate trust lawyer, and a legal secretary (now lawyer) Debra Russell. This true story describes: 1) My lawyer’s secretary (who started out as a trusted friend), faking her death to get away with all that she stole from me. 2) My parents’ signature stamps used by both siblings to steal my Merrill Lynch investment account (in entirety) which I earned, and was the primary account holder of, co-owned with my father since inception, which was started with the sum total of every paycheck I earned

(see check) working for my father for all of the years that I punched in on a time clock. 3) The theft of my 30 year old bank account which I earned working toward using for a house (also shown herein) which left me penniless on the date of our second parent’s death, which was after I worked 11 years full time at our parents’ house earning the account. 4) My sister assaulting me which knocked me out, followed by assaulting me again when I regained consciousness, then making a 911 call and lying to police in order to get them to make me leave the house so that she could fax my health records which she and my brother obviously removed from out of my locked bedroom file cabinet which had been bent, and broken open after our father died. They then used my stolen health records, which had remained untouched for nearly 30 (thirty) years, toward adjudicating me incompetent!

Our parents gave all three of their children the choice to work for them when our father explained to me (twice during family meetings) that we could choose working toward what we could each start receiving at age 65. I chose to work for my parents both times, starting when I chose to work at our father’s ski area in Ohio from 1984-1994, followed by working at our parents’ home in FL from 1994-2003. However, when our father died, my siblings thwarted letting me take control of my own accounts by stopping my and my mother’s mail, rerouting mail in camaraderie with the trust’s secretary rerouting it to the trust lawyer’s office behind my and my mother’s back, changing account amounts before our parent’s both died, and using both our parents’ signatures stamps illegally, all while slandering me continuously.

After our father had died, instead of my siblings spending the time visiting the house like our mother requested, they chose, instead, to use trust funds to stay in expensive hotels. And, they used trust funds after our mother told them they won’t allow to use trust funds if they didn’t keep her, and me, completely in the loop. My siblings chose to meet behind both of our backs to plan their strategy which was to use my nearly 30 year old untouched health records against me which they had discovered, and stolen from out of my bedroom’s locked file cabinet. After they used my health records to slander me all over town, they used them to threaten our mother with using them toward adjudicating me incompetent. It soon became obvious that they were planning on stealing my inheritance, and adjudicating me incompetent in order to do so with the help of the lawyer they were meeting with behind our backs. Neither my mother, nor I, would have ever believed that my siblings would have done such a thing, and when my mother realized that they were actually trying to do so, all she wanted to do was to die.

While trying to recuperate at home after two operations, our mother realized (well before I did) why she needed to write a letter (see letter below) to my landlord saying that she needed me to move in with her to care for her. I had already been working full time on, and in, my parents’ house since 1991. When my mom came home from the hospital, I had been trained for colostomy care by my mother’s hospital staff in order to care for our mother 24/7 while also continuing to work on, and at the house. During that time, my mother and I discovered that my brother had continued paying my rent behind my, and our mother’s back, and he was using trust funds against our mother’s orders even after I had been moved out of the rental house for well over a year, and had turned in the rented house key to the landlord. We had no idea that he was doing so in order so he could legally claim that I didn’t live at our mother’s house. He took it upon himself to pay my landlord anyway, and he did so defiantly, pompously, angrily, and obviously illegally while he ignored our mother’s orders for him to stop paying rent for the rented house that I hadn’t been to for over a year. The following is what my siblings did during their brief visits to Naples, and very sadly is what my siblings did using their co-trustee status to our father’s estate, despite my legal status as our mother’s Executor, and Healthcare Powers of Attorney.

While my siblings thwarted their mother’s intended road toward recovery, and both parents’ orders and intensions, they both pressured her to sign legal documents which they were both misleading and misrepresenting to both of us about. My brother always either had documents strapped to his shoulders in a leather legal brief bag, or lying conspicuously nearby always within his reach. My brother started arguing with me by demanding that I not continue living at my mother’s house. Even after our mother straightened him out about it, after she went into the hospital, my brother said, ” DOUGLAS, MOM DOESN’T WANT YOU LIVING AT THE HOUSE, YOU’RE NOT NEEDED AT THE HOUSE, AND DEB AND I WILL BE STARTING A CAMPAIGN TO HAVE YOU LEGALLY EVICTED FROM THE HOUSE.” Then my mother wrote the following letter (see letter). When my brother screamed at me over the phone just like he did with his mother, I too, hung up on him, but he called back, and left a message stating, “Me and my attorney Debra Russell will be challenging your rights to be the estate personal representative because you are not mentally able to carry out the responsibilities as personal representative.”

We discovered that my brother had kept paying my rent even after my landlord had torn apart the whole insides of the nearby rented house which my parents rented for me during the ten years while I chose to work at my parents’ house. So, even if I wanted to, it would have been impossible for me to have moved back to my rented house. My siblings (as our father’s estate co-trustees) began acting as if they, and not our mother, were in charge of everything, and they each seemed to ignore the fact that when our father died, everything in the estate went to our mother (not to THEM). My siblings began disobeying our mother by using trust funds against our mother’s wishes and knowledge of him doing so, from his very first visit after our father had died. It quickly became my siblings’ strategy to use my stolen health care records against me – at first just psychologically to get me to be fearful about staying in Naples, and my siblings began showing my private healthcare documents to people while right in front of me. They were even used to try to get nurses to make me leave the hospital! Then, it shocked and upset my mother to see my brother showing them to try to get nurses to make me have to leave my mother side even while my mother was in line during the moments before her surgery… My brother did this in his relentless non-stop effort to coerce our mother to sign his legally binding document. Both siblings showed my stolen health records around town, and to people in the neighborhood obviously to embarrass me with my neighbors in my new neighborhood around my mother’s house. It was my siblings’ strategy to get me to not want to stay at my mothers house, or even in Naples.

When I actually saw my siblings showing my stolen health records to people right in front of me, it was libel, slander, pain, embarrassment, and anger. I believe that their strategy working like that together was not just a scheme of unjust enrichment, it was a scheme which included pitting even my own neighbors against me, including more visits by police with police questioning me numerous times while I continued living at our mother’s house. Soon, they sucessfully procured legal procedures against me. They successfully got an ad litem administrator appointed to take my place as my mother’s power of attorney, which resulted in our parents’ house being sold for $560,000.00 which was $315,000.00 less than the market value($875,000.00) of the house at the time of the sale. A short time later, the house was sold for over a million dollars. Plus, I lost everything that I was promised for working my ten years in Ohio, and never received compensation for working my full 23 years on the clock as executor caring for our mother, or for working at, and on, the house and property for 10 years in Naples.

Incredibly, our mother was even prevented from dying in her own house by having her removed against her will (explained), and I was prevented from remaining living in the house that was my home, and even though I was legally a dependent living at my mother’s full time for the year and two months after our father had died, I was told that I wasn’t supposed to be there, and ignored by the strangers who stormed Into the house without knocking late at night (explained below).

Our mother had clearly explained to her three children after our father died, that they will be able to live at the house if they so chose, at least until some normal necessary repairs and updates could be done in order to sell the house for what the house was worth. I never had the thought, or the knowledge, then, that the house would have become half mine when our mother died, nor realized that a third of the other half would have also become mine, but I believe that my siblings were very aware of that, and their own wishes easily trumped their parents’ orders. I discovered that my brother changed the amounts In my accounts before our mother died (explained), despite the fact that all of the assets of our father’s estate (the Clarence J Dover trust) legally should have gone straight to our mother, then divided equally among the three children, NOT to the whim of whatever amounts my brother decided on. I believe that a deposition for my own lawyer’s secretary Lisa Krimmel and for both siblings, as well as for the trust secretary Ms. Russell, would be even more proof of what they did, as well as prove that it was a criminal, not a civil matter.

When our mother got home from the hospital and was recovering, she explained to my siblings in my presence that she had given me a check from our co-owned bank account to join the club. She explained I had work for and earned my account to use it to join our golf club for golf membership all over again. She went on to explain that all of us could, then, use the club facilities while my siblings visited. She told them that they could come visit using trust funds whenever they wanted to, and enjoy staying at the house for as long as they liked! However, she explained that she had put me in charge of fixing up and selling the house whenever the time came (In order to get what the house was worth), and explained, again, that her requirement for using trust funds was to keep me in the loop, stay at the house whenever visiting, and to follow her orders. Each sibling appeared to agree with her, but both siblings soon each became very obviously uninterested in obeying, or honoring both parents’ orders or wishes, Including our mother’s dying wishes for us to all visit happily staying at the house, and even golfing together.

Ms Russell verbally lied to get the financial files, and then lied again in writing, saying that she never asked for the records of the Bank of Am #4900 “house” account which my mom required Ms Russell to promise that I would receive because I had co-owned It with my mother since the account’s Inception in the 1960’s, and our mother had recently announced her wishes to everyone concerned (that she wanted me to have the account when she died). But, from the day that Ms Russell received the financial files fraudulently, my brother’s rude behavior accelerated off the charts as if he was suddenly being driven by a serious and powerful evil force which wasn’t the brother that I ever knew which resulted in obviously making our mother want to die as soon as possible, thus she did die as soon as possible.

While I still wasn’t aware of my siblings’ terribly ugly, and Illegal strategy (more fully explained below with documentation) our mother became so appalled that she just wanted to die, but when Ms Russell made her promise on tape (and in front of witness Cathy Shaneberger) that I could continue living on my co-owned Bank of Am bank account which my mother had started giving me permission to start using as my own after our father died, my mother and I, regrettably, belleved Ms Russell.

Ms Russell lied to get the financial files from me, then Mr. Wallace (the B of AM President) lied by assuring that I would get what my mom called my “4900 house” account, then I discovered that our parents’ signature stamps had been removed from my mother’s house and returned (which were obviously both used to put my Merrill Lynch account into my sister’s name). Then my sister obviously absconded with 100% of my hard earned Merrill Lynch account, changed her name twice, and moved twice while my brother fraudulently got my my B of AM no. 4900 “House” account purged, and my brother got it moved out of Florida due to my brother’s fradulent fax to the bank (shown on top of page 46).

My brother had the audacity to threaten his own mother when our mother announced to him, and all concerns that the account was for me to purchase a house with, and I had EARNED it. In the days after our mother died, my brother arrived late at the Fuller Funeral Home. Then Immediately upon my brother arriving, announced to Mr Fuller that he wanted the check which I had already written to the funeral home. He announced to Mr Fuller that I was under investigation for bad check writing. He said this in order to get Mr Fuller to produce the check from my “house” account which I had already written out and handed to Mr Fuller at Mr Fuller’s request for our mother’s cremation. My brother, lightning fast, wrote out a check, obviously using his brand new checkbook, and snatched my check right out of Mr Fuller’s hand, then walked straight out of the funeral home in such a hurry that he didn’t miss a beat, or take a reflective moment, or even a respectful second on behalf of his mother or brother (except to rant non-stop chastising me just for me being me). He was very simply, and very obviously, too much in a hurry with more Important things on his schedule to do.

I know, now, that my siblings’ strategy included making my neighbors in the neighborhood hate, fear, and/or not trust me. My siblings were doing so in their effort to convince me, and my neighbors, to not want me to remain living at my mom’s house, and it worked just like they planned. They slandered me with my neighbors on both sides of my mother’s house and all around the neighborhood, at the club, and even at the hospital, and skilled nursing facilities.

I was trained by the hospital staff to care for my mother at my mother’s home while she was recovering from her surgeries. This was after my mother made me her healthcare powers and PR/executor (see document below). Due to my siblings’ lies about me being incompetent, while I visited my mother daily at the last skilled nursing facility she was in, they started not allowing me to see my mother’s healthcare chart. (I had kept up on our mother’s progress chart notes with no problems the whole time while visiting daily faithfully for months at the her first two skilled nursing facilities).

Something else happened at the hospital where our mother had her surgeries. After establishing myself volunteering for habitat for humanity, I next established myself volunteering at the hospital. I set up my equipment, and began playing on my own piano and keyboard with orchestra strings every week in the hospital lobby on the mornings of patient operation days for many weeks in a row, and after nearly accumulating my own goal of reaching 500 volunteer hours playing on my own keyboards and P.A. system, I was informed by the volunteer hospital coordinator that I couldn’t VOLUNTEER at the hospital any longer! I couldn’t Imagine why that sort of thing was happening to me, and like my mother, I couldn’t BELIEVE that my own siblings were saying such malicious things behind our backs, and in camaraderie with unscrupulous others.

While I was my mother’s healthcare advocate, and executor, my mother was moved without my knowledge, consent, or approval, until Informed afterward by a phone call from my mother. She was moved from the 2nd nursing home which was less than a 5 minute drive away from her house at Quail Creek, to the 3rd nursing facility which was difficult for even me, a local Naples resident to find, even for the first few times that I visited her. My mother was fine in the other nursing home where I could often see her in her room through the window when I drove by, and/or drove in to quickly and easily deliver anything to her that she requested or needed, but at her third facility, I was denied access to our mother’s chart, and still denied after I explained that I was my mother’s health care advocate, as well as Personal Representative (Please see document below), and it was a travesty which all I can do about is object.

Despite my certification in geriatric care (shown above), the charge nurse informed me that I wasn’t permitted to even look at my mother’s health care chart, and when the D.O.N (director of nursing) told me that she had been informed that I wasn’t even supposed to be there, I finally pieced it all together to figure out that everyone was simply told that I was incompetent! I will never know why were there so many guys who walked into my mother’s house unannounced on the night that they removed her against her will. All I know was that a bunch of people stormed into my mother’s house unannounced all at the same time, and I was told that I wasn’t even supposed to be there! And, after I told them that I lived there, my rights, and my mother’s rights were both denied.

Our mother was relocated from one skilled nursing facility to another without informing me about it beforehand, and it became obvious that it was for the sole purpose of keeping my mother and me further away from our mother’s house because my big brother knew that I visited our mother daily at whatever facility she would ever be at. He obviously believed that by relocating our mother further away from the house, both siblings had a lot more time during their visits to Naples, to rifle through the house removing financial files, and anything/everything they thought, incorrectly, that they could find while I was visiting our mother daily. Obviously my brother was thinking more of himself and his STRATEGY than about his mother’s health and well being, while I was ONLY focussed on my mother’s health and well being, then was surprised to hear from my mother via a phone call, that she had been relocated. This was while I was still holding the financial files as our mother instructed, in a safe place.

I actually didn’t get to play golf but for a handful of times in the 12 years that I lived close-by Quail Creek, and that was while I worked at our house in Quail Creek. Because I was always working at our parents’ house (Including most weekends) in order to log my 40 hours per week (Just like I was first required to do at Brandywine). Our parents purchased our house on the 13th fairway In 1987, and on the day that I was assaulted by my sister in our parents’ house where I was living full time after our father died, I was told by the police to leave the housel Since I had to go somewhere, I decided to go to the club house to reluctantly give them my $50K membership check which my mom wrote from out of our (MY) bank account. I kept that check in my wallet through the first two membership meetings with Joan Bilson the Quail Creek membership director, so all that was left to do was to hand them that check. As I waited while reading the new membership directory which the receptionist had handed to me before she left to go find Ms. Bilson (Who hadn’t answered her phone), a man who said he was on the club board of directors named Steve Buyer (Who knew me only because he knew that my father had been the only(?) member who quit, AND got ALL of his equity back) walked over to me and snatched the membership directory right out of my hands! I had no idea why he did that, but when he astonishingly pushed me toward the lobby door telling me authoritatively that I had better leave, I obliged him by not hesitating and walked straight out. I was actually only reluctantly at the clubhouse and still can’t fathom how so much happened to me all on that same day… I was pushed toward the door at the clubhouse by a man who I never knew, and never met… my sister assaulted me making me trip onto the garage cement floor KNOCKING ME OUT… THEN, when my sister called police and lied to them, when the policemen arrived he made me stand outside, and then came out to tell to leave my own house or be arrested… and I saw my sister showing my stolen health records to my neighbors, then heard my neighbor say, “I always KNEW there was something WRONG with THAT GUY”.

Due to me going to my lawyer friend after the police came to my house, my lawyer friend’s secretary named Lisa started showing up at my mother’s house in Quail Creek unannounced after she finished working at my lawyer friend’s law office in Naples. I had no idea that Lisa’s sister’s husband happened to be the glant man who appeared standing right next to the man in our club lobby who had told me to leave when I showed up to give them the membership check, nor did I know that he was the Quail Creek bartender. This was when Lisa (My lawyer friends law secretary) started showing up unannounced at the house after work each day, and after the cocktail hour, and I thought, incorrectly, that I could trust her. Lisa authoritatively Informed me that she could make that man at the club (who had pushed me toward the lobby door) be required to stay away from me if I decided that I still wanted to join the club as my mother instructed, for golf membership. I never told Lisa (or anybody) about my experience of being sodomized at a very exclusive country club when I was a child, but that was probably why I always generally avoided wanting to go inside one. Only because our mother instructed me to join Quail Creek, did I agree to let Lisa do her thing which she explained would require that man who pushed me, to leave me alone in the future. Big mistake because I quickly felt even more threatened after receiving letters to appear, and banning me from going to our club (or even setting foot anywhere on club property, including golf course grass past our own back yard property line). Lisa was a chain smoker, she drank a lot, and often cussed. I have to say this because I feel that I need to clear up ANY POSSIBLE misunderstanding about her claiming that I could have ever possibly had any kind of consensual sexual relationship with her. I was never sexually attracted to Lisa, and when I met her she had these terrible warty-like-looking things all around her lips. Although I liked Lisa, and learned that I needed legal help which both my mother and I had each started sensing we both needed help with, I explained that I had just become engaged to my now wife, and soon had to explain to Lisa that I wasn’t interested in anything but a strictly professional relationship with her.

On my way to work one day after my mom died, and after I began staying at Lisa’s house because I was left penniless when my bank account was purged, I passed Charlie parked in his car, Lisa parked in her car, and a cop in a police car all stopped in a row down the street where I lived on Poinciana St (which pretty obviously would explain was exactly how Lisa could have legally entered the house without me there, since she technically still owned the house, but she had already moved out, and into a condo at 3410 Timberwood Circle which she purchased with my money behind my back). THIS WAS OBVIOUSLY WHEN LISA CAME INSIDE TO REMOVE THE BEARER BONDS WHICH SHE KNEW I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT, NOR DID I REALIZE THAT THE BONDS WOULD BE WORTH $120K EACH WHEN THEY MATURED IN 2007) This is how people working in camaraderie get TO what they want, and is probably why Lisa was smart enough to make Lisa’s grandson become a Naples police officer. I also believe that was how she got away with faking her own death apparently with officials signing her death certificate, but that’s all just me guessing because maybe Lisa signed all of the signatures on the death certificate herself. The police told me that there was nothing they could do about that, too, and that it’s all a civil matter. Lisa practically forced me to buy her house, and I generously did so, but I refused to put it in my name, at least until my stolen bank account issue was resolved. I still hadn’t realised that everyone was “playing” me every step along the way. Even Lisa was using the issue of my competency as a way of trying to manipulate me, but I learned many things from Lisa, including learning that she helped herself to as much of my money as possible, and now it’s obvious that she worked behind my back getting her boss, lawyer Charlie, to get the police to let her into her house in order to legally take what THE BONDS I SHOWED HER WHERE WHAT MY FATHER HAD GIVEN TO ME. She returned to the house about a dozen times after she completely moved out. She walked in through the front door, and straight back to the room where all the trust files were located. She closed the computer room door behind her during each visit, then often walked straight out of the house slamming the door behind her without saying a word other than the last time slamming her actual house deed on the table and saying “HERE, WE’RE EVEN”. She knew she wanted, and could do so because of the fact that she still owned the house, plus wisely, never charged me rent, so taking my bonds technically wasn’t stealing from me? (because she wasn’t charging me rent and the house is still in her name) I paid for thousands of dollars in renovations for Lisa before ever having any knowledge that Lisa had bought a condo with my money or that Lisa was planing on making me by a house. I learned that may also explain why the police refused to make a theft report regarding my missing $5,000.00 bearer bonds which I later realized were worth so much, and had disappeared from Lisa’s house, then tried to report the theft when I realized the bonds were missing (I never even figured out what the bonds were, or what they were worth until I tuned a grand piano for someone who works for the state department)! I had no idea that they were worth $120K each when they matured In 2007, until I found all of the certificate numbers for all of them! After both of our parents died was when I had removed them from storage, and took them to Lisa’s house. My father sure did it all “his” way.

Lisa confidently explained that she always forged her boss’s signature, and that it wasn’t just on all five of my checks to Charlie (please see the back of the one check shown below). Then she explained that she does so on all of Charlie’s work which she does for him, and said that she knows more than Charlie knows, so I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Lisa isn’t a lawyer now, too. (See photo that Lisa forged her boss’ signature on the back my $2,000.00 check from my 4900 “house” account which my brother fraudulently

got purged, frozen, and moved out of state to his bank). I signed my MOTHER’S name on a check from my OWN checking account, and my brother tried to have me arrested for it, but apparently this is normally done with lawyers? When my lawyer friend(?) Charlie told me that Lisa had DIED, then I clearly saw Lisa alive with her sister, that was when I realized that Lisa obviously had a fraudulent death certificate. Then, even Charlie got caught doing something else illegal, followed by both Charlie and Lisa leaving Florida.

I was living at Quail Creek working with my mother’s recuperation from having two operations (foot amputation, and colostomy, with lymphoma), and while our mother was home recuperating, an XL Care administrator, a lot of people arrived unannounced at the house. Why the gate lady named Jenny had never called to announce those visitors is anyone’s guess, but I believe that many at Quail Creek were told that I was incompetent, and couldn’t be legally be there, how did all of these people get permission to come through the gate, and how was it legal that they all walked right into the house without knocking, or ringing the bell? This happened after our mother had gone to bed, and after she had already been rudely awakened by two of my brother’s obnoxious later in the night after bed phone calls. I hadn’t seen the half dozen cars that had parked in the driveway, nor knew that they had been followed by an ambulance which I later discovered had driven off of our driveway and Into the grass in order to get around all of those cars. I discovered tire marks in the grass on the next day, and that was when I saw that the ambulance had cracked our main sprinkler matrix, so I had to fix it, which was a very big job. All of these people charged into the house all at the same time without knocking or ringing the bell, then informed me that they had been told that I had no business being in the house. I believe, now, that people were slanderously told that I was both incompetent as well as possibly dangerous, which would explain why there were SO MANY GUYS accompanying the XL Care administrator on the night an ambulance showed up completely unexpected at my mother’s.

My mother had recently stubbed her foot on an antique salon chair at Moorings skilled nursing facility resulting in a staph Infection, so she had to have her foot amputated! On top of that, she had lymphoma and a colostomy bag. Now BOTH of our rights were being trampled on by people Ignoring BOTH of our rights. Our privacy was Invaded with trespassing, they wouldn’t let my mother go back to bed, and they removed her against her will after dark. Although this greatly upset our mother, she was still entirely capable of remaining 100% the legal head of household. Despite her tremendous setbacks, and obstacles, now I understand that our mother had realized, then, about my siblings’ plans to adjudicate me Incompetent. However, she was so appalled and ashamed of my siblings, and others actions, that her recovery turned downhill dramatically.

Neither sibling seemed interested in staying at the house together as a family and honoring their parents’ wishes, or obeying their mother while she was recuperating. From the moment that Ms Russell lled In order to get the trust financial files, my siblings began behaving as if they were suddenly in charge, and not their mother. This is sadly close to the story’s ending… Our mother realized that her dying wishes were never going to happen. I happened to walk into my mother in the hallway right outside of the office fax room where my little sister had very recently faxed my stolen medical files from out of the house. My mother looked Into my eyes, then broke down crying uncontrollably like I never saw her do ever before in her life because, somehow, she knew, and we both realized in that instant, that there was a very serious possibility that I would, indeed, be adjudicated incompetent, and most I probably would lose my “house”, my “rent”, as well as my Merrill Lynch account, and everything else that I worked toward earning which both parents promised would become mine. It was when it also became obvious that neither sibling was interested in our mother’s dying wishes, and I think that it was because she was so distraught over my siblings’ slanderous lies about me, she commented, “I can’t believe that these are the same two children that I raisedâ€. That was also the night that my mother stopped taking all of her pills when she went to bed. What would have been our mother’s happy gradual end of life experience with her family getting along and happily visiting united, turned Into her hell on earth, and In the hallway on that day, she told me that she was fully committed to dying saying, “It is time, Douglas, I want to go NOW, and I need for you to let me goâ€. I knew that she was an organ donor, but I’ll never know if the hospital used her organs or not, or if they did whether it was before she would have died naturally, or due to her sudden decision of wanting nothing else but to die.

My brother hinted to me (as if he was letting me in on a secret in a big brotherly way), why it was okay with the way that, toward the end of his visits, he was all of a sudden acting so happy all of the time. It was like he was rationalizing with me that it was okay with the way he began suddenly actually looking forward to mom dying (Instead of looking at the way I always did – In terms of her recuperation). I realized that he was expressing his Jewish perspective on how they celebrate death, but it didn’t work on me and He had the audacity to express that even to our mother. I still shudder about him trying to convince his own mother that it was reasonable for her to die as quickly as possible (since she was dying anyway), and with me, he laughed a quick blurt while explaining his view, as if anybody not realizing that was the fool. I just felt sorry for him, but despite our mother hiding everything so I wouldn’t become involved, I knew that our mother was extremely angry at him over it. I felt that soon after Deb Russell received the financial files from me that my brother’s behavior changed dramatically, and he was suddenly driven by evil forces, and greed. I honestly only felt sorry for him, and I truly never forget to still pray nightly because I badly need to, to ease my still present to this day terrible resultant pain. So, after giving him the world, mom gave him what we both knew he really wanted (our mother to die as quickly as possible in order to meet his schedule of upcoming events, like selling his house, and/or his apartment in Ann Arbor, and purchasing his third house, all on a part time teacher’s salary).

I had to go somewhere on the day that my sister had faxed my health records from our home fax machine, because she called 911, and lied to police to get a policeman to make me leave the house. Then, after the man who was on the club board of directors kicked me out of the club lobby (as if he never WANTED the $50K check I was there to give them), I went straight back home(?) to working on the house and grounds. I was replacing a sprinkler head in our front yard when I saw that my sister had also returned to our mother’s house. She actually screeched our mother’s front wheel drive Ford Escort to a stop in the street cutting off our neighbors who were walking their dog as they did sometimes twice daily. She quickly Jumped out and started showing them my health care records (an hour after she had obviously faxed them from the house). Someone obviously just gave both siblings the go ahead for BOTH my siblings to continue advancing their strategy to get me out of the house and Naples. Now it they felt it’s okay for both of them to show my health records around (which were clearly stamped “CONFIDENTIAL”. NO-ONE had seen those records in nearly 30 years because I kept them locked in my file cabinet). I believe that what my siblings were doing literally killed our mother.

It took me a lot longer to realize all of this, perhaps only because of my history of serious head injuries (some of which both of my own siblings had caused). I am writing this story because I am honoring my mother’s suggestion that I do so, and I hope it helps people to learn how to ensure that their parents’ intentions can be honored. I am slower than most at fully comprehending things immediately, and admit that I’m easily distracted, and sometimes need to hear things twice (which is typical of head Injury victims). I also have a life long occasional ringing in my ears, but that does NOT mean that I’m incompetent, or that I ever needed, or will ever need a guardian. What I need is legal help on contingency for getting back some or all of the money which was stolen from me because I worked hard for decades earning it, and it was all stolen by those who never lifted a finger earning any of.

My brother continued concentrating his efforts getting me to continue feeling guilty about me just being myself, and he became more Intent after discovering, then stealing my health records in Naples, on using my stolen health care records to even more successfully, and more fully, adjudicate me incompetent. I discovered that my sister was preparing to fax my health records from our large commercial fax machine (explained in detall), and I have kept the Xerox outcall record for proof (shown). It list all of the faxes made on that morning!

My sister surprised me with breakfast on that morning without asking me if I had even eaten, and without spending a moment catching up with the brother she hadn’t seen or even talked to In years, she left me to eat all alone in the kitchen while she went down the hall to work alone in the office. This was shortly after I had discovered that both my private health records, AND my passport had been stolen out of my file cabinet while my siblings visited. And, I learned that my sister had been removing things from the house without asking (I believe that she may have also removed my expensive opera binoculars which disappeared) after our mother demanded that she return the set of steak knives we had used all of our lives, saying, “You don’t just TAKE things Debra, you can ASKâ€I So, when my sister came back to the house (she had already disobeyed our mother from day one by not staying at the house, and using trust funds to stay at a hotel). This time, it was while our mother was in the hospital. My sister arrived while I was still asleep. She made me breakfast, and it caused me to think suspiciously, because during her visit, I realized that she had slipped back into the office where I saw exactly what she was planning on doing that day. In fact, I saw that all around the fax machine lay my nearly 30 year old health records which had been stolen recently from my locked file cabinet during my brother’s brief visit. They were neatly spread around our commercial quality Xerox machine, and each page was covered with a blank white sheet of paper. I was simply going to attempt to inform her that I believed faxing what were my stolen health records, would be the same as committing the crime of stealing them herself (and I was planning to tell her that it could even be regarded as a felony). But, I never got the chance…

My big brother had obviously convinced my little sister to fax my health records for him from the house, obviously, because during his last brief visits I was always in the house when he was. And, he obviously didn’t want to risk being the one held responsible for breaking open my bedroom file cabinet, stealing them (and my passport), AND faxing my health records from the house himself. He had already pompously admitted to stealing our mother’s house deed, and he refused to give it back! (I believe that the reason my brother stole my passport, too, was because he knew that someone had to fly to Zurich In order to get what our father had Instructed in writing for our MOTHER to do, but she was incapable to do so while still in the hospital trying to recover). Did my brother not even WANT our mother to recover? I went to Zurich with my father, so I would have known where he went, but no one ever even asked me about flying with him, driving him there, and waiting outside. And, no one ever asked me for the safety deposit keys which I had removed from our father’s desk, when I gave my brother the thousands of dollars of travelers checks I thought he would turn into the trust Inventory. I guess that my brother didn’t want me to go to Ohio, either, when the safety deposit boxes were opened. (My mother and I just had to belleve it when we were told that there was nothing there, despite the fact that my father’s note to our mother said that there was $400,000.00.)

My sister was preparing to fax my medical records (the ones marked “confidential”), but I didn’t want to startle her by barging into the room with the xerox machine, so I purposely jiggled the door a little with a pin key that I happened to find which popped the push button door lock open from the outside, enough so that she would not have been startled, and so that she would have obviously known that I was coming in. I was hoping that I could talk to her about my medical records. However, In the seconds that she realized that I was coming in, she had cleverly opened the garage door, and Immediately distracted me away from the fax machine by acting as if she was afraid of something which was, supposedly, happening out in the GARAGE. She was putting on a fantastic act of being drastically fearful of something she was pointing toward going on in the garage. While pointing toward the open garage door with her mouth wide open in fear, I was gullible enough (as victims of head Injuries often are) to almost believe her! She kept ushering me toward the open door while whispering, “THERE’S A STRANGE MAN WALKING AROUND IN THE GARAGE”!

Just to appease my little sister, I stepped over to the doorway, and poked my head around the door frame to look out into the garage. But, when I swung around holding on to the door frame, and leaning to look out, she charged into me from behind, and hit me with a cross body block which completely caught me off guard. My loose work boot laces caught on each other’s boot’s grommets which caused me to trip sideways on the door guard, and fall down over a full foot (this was before the new living quarters addition was completely finished), so I hit sideways on the cold cement garage floor landing on my left shoulder which snapped my head KNOCKING ME OUT COLD! When I regained consciousness, I was lying flat on my back. My sister was still standing high above me inside the house looking down at me with her finger in her mouth like she was thinking that she had killed me. Regardless, in the second that I started to move, she started slamming the garage door on my legs, but I couldn’t move enough to get my legs out of the way because my feet were all tied together tangled with my boot laces caught on my boot’s grommets. I realized that if I rolled my legs outward that my sister may have locked me out of the house (my brother had Just recently locked me out of the house while I was in the FRONT garage during his visit.

My brother had locked me out of the house while I was in the FRONT garage during his visit because I had shown him what was in one of the banker boxes which my father had told me to stack on the wooden racks in the front garage which my father instructed me to move to storage. Our father had obviously planned for us all to do everything his way, and he was very vocal about it being known that his favorite song was “My Way”. After showing my brother the bonds I found in that one box (he never explained to me what bearer bonds were), THAT was when my brother shut the door and locked me out of the house leaving me in the FRONT garage locked out of the house while he spent 20 minutes to a half an hour in the house with that box, obviously examining all of the boxes’ contents, removing the bonds, and THEN letting me back into the house.

So, I regained consciousness during my sister’s attempt In locking me out of the house in our REAR garage after my little sister had actually KNOCKED ME OUT, but I knew that I didn’t want to be locked out of the house. So, when my sister did this, I managed to crawl from where I lay on the back garage floor, back up into the rear kitchen with the fax machine, onto our thickly carpeted office floor. But, Instead of asking me if I was alright, or apologizing, she surprised me again. This time, it was a barrage of hitting me attempts with closed fists, helicopter style, and it was all because my sister didn’t want have to deal with having to explain to anybody what she was faxing from the house that morning. When my brother visited, he had obnoxiously screamed, “I’ll sue.” He said that repeatedly right into my ears over and over while following me outside, and all of the way back inside non-stop while staying leaning over my shoulders, and yelling loud enough to hurt my ears. He was like a madman acting insane, and/or actually possessed by evil, and/or he was trying desperately to try to get me to hit him. I know, now, that was all part of my siblings’ strategy, and I learned how it is amazing to what ends people will go.

Due to what was happening in her own house with her own children, all our mother wanted to do was give up and die. And who can blame her? All our selfless mother ever did was sacrifice everything that she had trying to make her children happy. Just when our family could have visited together without the rules that our father had, my sister was acting as ridiculously as my brother had been. I yelled for my sister to stop hitting me! She kept slugging me while I was standing trapped between the end of the counter top, and the door. Her flurry of fists glanced off my head two times, and she did so with such a surge of adrenalin that it seemed like she would never tire, or stop. I had no choice but to try to push her off, and away from me, and when I did so, she stepped backwards. Unfortunately, she caught her heel on the corner of our big plastic carpet protector which the heavy office desk sat on. So, that made her fall backward enough to slide her elbow across the desktop to brace herself, and she sat down onto the thickly carpeted office floor next to the large office desk. However, she immediately sprang right back up onto her feet, and announced, “DOUGLAS, you KNEW about my bad knee”, followed by, “And I’ll be suing you for that now!” I certainly wasn’t thinking about her bad knee while she was assaulting me, again, and I am sorry about her injury, but I hope she knows that I wouldn’t hurt her under any circumstances she’s my SISTER.

Sister Deb was still desperate not to have to address the fact that she was faxing my stolen health records, and had seriously assaulted me, then assaulted me again. She raised her right arm to look where she had said it across the corner of the desk, and squeezed her little elbow scratch with her Index finger and thumb which produced the tiniest little ooze of blood (less than a tiny partial of even one drop). Without missing a beat, her eyes opened wide with a look of terror, and she let out a blood-curdling scream, grabbed the phone receiver which was a foot away on the desk, dialed 911, and screamed, “Help me Help, please My brother is assaulting me, and there’s blood everywhere “PLEASE, TELL MY BROTHER TO LEAVE THE ROOM.” She screams again and says, “HE WON’T LEAVE! MAKE HIM L-E-A-V-E!” She was frantically staging the scene only to get me out of the office. That was how important it was to her for her to be able to fax my health records out of the house that day. When a police officer arrived due to my sister’s 911 call, I told the officer that my sister had assaulted me, and was illegally faxing my stolen health records, but instead of the officer addressing that issue, the officer ordered me to go stand outside of the house on the front porch. He finally came outside, and gave me the choice to either leave or be arrested for domestic violence, but first, he wanted me to demonstrate on him how hard I had pushed my sister off of me! I knew that if I did that with his police car parked nearby in the driveway, It would look like I was assaulting him. I was aware of the possibility that if I had done what he requested I do, I may have likely been arrested for assault on a police officer. I also realized that my sister, by then, had ample enough time, already, to fax my stolen health records from the house while I was outside on the front porch waiting. And, I still wonder if even the police officer was in on being complacent in letting my sister fax what I stated to him were my stolen health documents. Although I admit to being slightly impulsive in my past because of my head injuries, I wasn’t stupid enough to push the cop like he asked me to do. Instead, the officer ordered both me, and my little sister to leave. I argued that I was the one who lived there, and shouldn’t leave at all. My sister actually tried to sweetly convince him to let her use our father’s Lexus rather, than our mother’s Ford Escort which she had been using while on her visit. My sister obviously drove straight to our father’s trust lawyer’s office to consult with now attorney Deb Russell, and because I was ordered to leave, too, I went straight to our clubhouse just a moment’s drive away, to give them the membership check which I still had in my wallet, which our mother had given to me which she recently had written out of our co-owned “house” account to pay Quail Creek for a family golf membership. We had been members since around 1987 until before our father had died in 2003. Our mother decided to join the club all over again in order for all three children to be able to enjoy the club amenities while visiting together while our mother was getting better.

Instead of enjoying being able to visit, and stay as long as

After our father died, and before our mother’s demise, my brother found a metal cash box in the house which I figured out had $24,000.00 cash in it, and a note from our father to our mother with instructions for her to fly overseas to retrieve another $850,000.00. My big brother acted as if the cash box was meant for him as co-estate trustee with my sister, to decide what to do with it, as if he was the new head of the household (not our mother), and he started acting that way immediately after Ms. Russell obtained all of the financial files from me. However, when my sister had arrived on her visit after our father had died, she started acting that way right away, even before Ms. Russell got the files from us by promising she would honor me getting what was legally mine, and earned. “Our mother had to explain that SHE was still the one in charge”. Regardless, when our mother demanded that brother Mike return the metal cash box, he had already scratched out the name which was written on the cash box in crayon “To be opened by Dot (our mother’s name). Over the name, he scribbled in HIS NAME “Michael”. At first, he teasingly laughed about it, then angrily said to his mother, “What are ya gonna do about itâ?€ And, “Hah, there’s nothing you CAN do about itâ.€

While my brother was excitedly and enthusiastically showing me how he had managed to compile all of our family financial account information on his computer for what was most probably his very first time, I was able to see the actual amounts which my brother allowed me to see (obviously because our mother had insisted), and it was when I saw, that my brother had seen, that our mother had made a recent deposit. Our mother’s deposit was made into my co- owned with my mother’s B of AM #4900 “house” account which made my account equal to the same amount that my Merrill Lynch account was shown to be worth! And, since my brother was aware that I had chosen to work for my parents for ten years twice, when I saw, and he saw, that my two accounts (one with each parent) had the SAME matching amounts, my brother freaked out, and SLAMMED THE COMPUTER SHUT IMMEDIATELY! He became so angry when he saw that MY two account amounts from each parent co-owned with me were exactly the same amounts, he slammed his computer shut, and ran down the hall yelling at our mother saying, “Mother, you can’t DO THAT!” Our mother very obviously knew exactly what he had seen, because she sternly replied, “Michael, I can do anything I want with my hard earned money, and your brother earned every penny of it, and deserves it, DO YOU”? My brother was ANGRY because he saw what was actually my mother’s necessary attempt to be able to show (by the matching amounts of both parents’ co-owned accounts with me), what would be obvious to anyone/everyone/anywhere what both parents’ intentions were for me to receive from each parent, which what I co-owned with each parent.

All I knew, was that my accounts were what I had worked for much of my adult life earning, but obviously figured out that my brother used his new ability to withdraw (as estate trustee), and redeposit money even in MY accounts EVEN BEFORE OUR MOTHER’S DEATH. So, my brother went over his mother’s head so that the amounts in each of my two co-owned accounts with my parents would NOT match! But that didn’t even matter because MY SISTER STOLE MY MERRILL LYNCH ACCOUNT IN ENTIRETY while my brother obviously, pompously, daringly, and Illegally, risked changing the account amounts so that they wouldn’t match. My brother obviously did this to CONFUSE ANYONE FROM EVER KNOWING that each parent wanted the same amount for me from each of my co-owned amount which each parents. The amounts in my two accounts were changed even before our mother had died.

This was just like when our mother demanded that my brother return the cash box, and my brother said, “No, what are ya gonna DO about It, mom?”, followed by a pause, and then, “HA, there’s nothing you CAN do about it.” It is obvious to me, now, what the reason was that my mother instructed me to drive her straight to the bank on the day that she got out of the hospital was because of my brother’s inexcusably obnoxious, evil driven, and unforgivable thoughtless behavior. ALL OUR SELFLESS MOTHER EVER WANTED WAS FOR ALL THREE OF HER CHILDREN TO BE HAPPY.

I found out from my mother, after our father died, how my investments had accrued for three decades, and learned that they continued accruing with me being the sole owner (JWROS=Joint with rights of survival) after our father died. But, because I respected my father’s orders for me to stay out of his office while he was alive, I had no idea (other than what my father generally told me about how my Merrill Lynch account worked) that I also had other accounts, like my Ryan Beck account with $630K (six hundred, and thirty thousand) in it. That must have been what my father had promised me when he said that he would double my investments if I decided to join the service, and did. It’s no wonder that my siblings became

After our father died, our MOTHER called a family meeting together while both siblings visited, and she RE-explained what our father had explained in the meeting HE called together, when HE explained what I had worked for earning from our father. Our mother even explained all of that to FT MYERS LAWYER THOMAS ULMAN, as well as to Richard Cinemo, as well as verified my co-owned bank account to (John Wallace, Betty Williams, and other bank staff at the bank). Our mother clearly stated that she was giving me all of the funds in our co-owned bank account, and she emphasized that I had worked for it, and had EARNED It.

ONLY AFTER MS RUSSELL PROMISED THAT I WOULD GET THE ACCOUNT I EARNED, DID WE GIVE HER THE FINANCIAL FILES SHE NEEDED. An additional witness who knew that my mother wanted me to have the account were Steven Foster from Nations Bank in Naples who called specifically to inform me that the account was mine. Our mother started the account with her own hundred thousand dollar yearly salary pay check from the late 1960’s, but regardless of the fact that she made sure that EVERYONE INVOLVED knew her wishes regarding the account, and despite the fact that it had the same account number thirty years later, it too, was stolen from me even though I earned it working full time hours for nearly 12
years.

My brother stole my “house” account I co-owned with my mother, and my sister stole 100% (every cent) of my Merrill Lynch Investment account which I earned by working at Brandywine punching in on a time clock. Then, after I never had my 1st question of what happened to my co-owned bank account ever answered by my first two lawyers, and paid two more lawyers two thousand dollars each, neither of them ever called me back, and have completely avoided me. So, there was no way that I would agree to pay more lawyers who would continue to drain me dry. I can only hope to find a lawyer who would work on contingency to recover my 2003 $122,300.00 promissory note with 4% Interest, and the over several MILLION worth of stolen bonds, but I’m not holding my breath. After our father died, my mother suggested that I write a book about all of the things that happened to me in my life, and that’s why I’m writing this… My website began as the domain ENTNOW.US, then BRANDYWINESKI.COM (all one word), and there’s now DOUGDOVER.COM

After our mother died, and I received a legal notice that I had to vacate my mother’s house by a certain date, I suddenly had zero money (my bank account had been purged), and I would soon have no where to live. So, I called my barbershop friend who was a lawyer, and started visiting his office. I thought I was paying him to find out what happened to my bank account which I was living on which had suddenly disappeared. I didn’t realize, then, and neither did my mother, that you need a specific type of lawyer for specific types of needs. The time came quickly for me to have to vacate my mother’s house. Thankfully, I had my lawyer friend, who I knew personally, to go to with questions, where I met his secretary Lisa, who let me stay in her spare bedroom when I had no money, and nowhere to go. I had been actually breaking even with expenses while driving a taxi full time, and I had been cashing, and/or depositing my paychecks into my co-owned “house” account, when I discovered that my account had been purged. The B of AM president John Wallace (which both my mother and I had mistakenly trusted) told me while smiling, “It just disappeared”, and that’s all that he would tell me. At the time when I needed money the most because I would need a place to live, I instantly had no money whatsoever, as well as nowhere to live. That was when my lawyer friend’s secretary named Lisa told me that I could stay in her spare room in her house in Poinciana. There, was where Lisa got me to sign the back of my first, and largest Inheritance check of $221K which her boss, my lawyer friend Charles Murray, had handed to me in his office telling me to be sure to put in a safe place.

Lisa convinced me that my siblings were trying to adjudicate me incompetent, and if they were successful with their intentions that I’d have a GUARDIAN in charge of any/all of my inheritance. So, I agreed to let Lisa put my $221,000.00 inheritance check into a joint checking account with Lisa. I learned the hard way that was/is the common way that lawyers take as much of their clients money as possible, and is also how they can simply write themselves checks out of their client’s “joint accounts” for their hours billed, without answering their client’s questions, like what happened to the money in my co-owned checking account with my mother? Lisa had conned me into believing that the only way either of us could ever remove any funds from our “joint†checking account, was with a special two party check signed by both Lisa, and myself, and as the months wore on while staying at her house, every time I asked her about the checks which she said were still on back order, she would get mad at me for asking. Instead, Lisa would wright give me a small inheritance check to shut me up about it while still insisting that the two-party joint checks were “on back orderâ€, adding that a judge would soon decide on the matter in a hearing. I could only go on believing that I could trust her because, what else could I do?

I believe that Lisa was doing everything in camaraderie with a disbarred Naples lawyer named Bill Polvitch from Grosse Pointe MI (where I happened to live from my 6th through 11th grade), and I also believe that he coached Lisa to write up the promissory note (below) to me for $122,300.00, in order to save herself from being prosecuted for stealing my largest inheritance check. But, then Lisa simply

reneged on the payments, and she supposedly left Florida for four years (which is the statute of limitations for fraud)! Even though I kindly agreed to give Lisa her 20 (twenty) years which she requested to pay me back, Lisa reneged on her monthly payments of $850.00 per month, within the first few months. No wonder Lisa faked her death (see Lisa’s death certificate on the top of this page, then photo of her (far left), with sister Laine Addis (far right).

I was told by Lisa’s boss, and Lisa’s recent husband (who said had discovered Lisa’s body) that Lisa had died, but Lisa is still alive (see photo, top of page). We copied that photo after discovering Lisa in an old video. We had videotaped a dog parade and discovered Lisa on that video with her sister Lane Addis 10 years after Lisa, supposedly died. Then, just before my lawyer friend sold his house, and moved out of state, the very last thing he told me was that he would make a lot more money as an estate/trust lawyer.