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Carl E Dillard
May 03 1956 -February ?? 2025
I found out the horrible truth on the day of what would be our 16th Wedding Anniversary! When we met, I instantly knew, my life was never going to be the same! By each others side since the day we met. Some know our story, already. The days of biting my tongue about it, are over! It's time the world knows the truth!When you finish with this story...I ask, all you have to do is share, share, share! Be welcome to do anything you can. Share it with everyone, friends, family, acquaintances
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My husband Carl recently passed away. Funeral homes, as everyone knows. They're not cheap. I can finally bring Carl home. I'd like to share with y'all first. A tear jerker of a short story. About what's led me here today, asking for your help.
This is our tragic story...
Carl & I have been together 21 years. He's my second husband. It was a soul mate kind love from the very beginning. If you were ever around us for long you'd know, there was no hiding it. I felt his love down to my bones, every time he looked at me. The looks in our eyes was telling. He was our everything, to my kids & I. He didn't just love me, he went above and beyond to be a Dad. A Dad to Ariel & Paul, a Dad he didn't have to be. Over the years we've stumbled, of course. There wasn't anything I regret, though. As time past, I notice the sparkle in his eyes was a little less than I remember. He became forgetful more and more. He was reading a magazine, one day. It was upside down & backwards. He couldn't understand why he didn't know. That's when I knew. Carl had a Dementia type Alzheimer's. And there was nothing we could do. For many more years we muddled through. Quitting my job was never an option. Home health came in to help, but I was overwhelmed. Not taking care of myself. Carl was kept happy, fed and safe. Every now & then a beer and a cigarette. I was lacking trying to keep up with it all. His hygiene could be better but mostly he was good. And I was hopeful. I have a friend or two that would lend a hand. Ariel was pitching in, Cal was too. We almost had a rhythm, a routine. Out of the blue, Carl's daughter from his first marriage, Jennifer came calling. She reached out to me. I was surprised when she expressed concern for me? It's been a year or two since they've called. Can't remember when was their last visit. They had acted like what I was telling them was a joke. I tried multiple times to explain their father's condition. They'd go away mad when he couldn't be cheap labor! Jennifer came, she spoke of a medical issues I went through a few months prior. She's an RN at the hospital I went to. So I asked her, how she knew? She replied, "It came across my desk." She always was a sweet girl, so I thought nothing of it. I thought cool, now I have more help with Carl. They shouldn't mind keeping him a night or two. Maybe stopping by to bathe him too. I expressed to her, I could use some help. Honest as I could be. It really wasn't a big surprise, when both of his kids came up with their own plans. Dragged him to specialist after specialist. Doctors and MRI and thousand dollar tests after test. I know there is no cure, why doesn't she? Some nurse she is! He was anxious all the time. Being pulled around here & there. Poked and probed, by those strangers. It was the last thing he felt comfortable doing. He was a simple man. His grooming, baths, shaving, clipping, laundry it all piled even more on me. They expected no less presentable! Because, what will people say! What would people think! We can't have him dressed in that! They started taking pictures of his dentures when they hadn't been brushed. When he wasn't shaved. God forbid, he wore the same clothes twice. So on and so on. One day I was working, Ariel and Caluph stayed with Carl. Just sitting by the fire, enjoying the day. Carl had an episode, so I rushed home from work. My job is only half a mile away. We called an ambulance, I called his daughter's with the same respect, including them as always. That night I stayed with him in his hospital room, like I've done so many times before. He was restless. I was feeling something awful bad. To say the least, I was not myself. Carl was growing more agitated, he just wanted to go home. We were grumpy with each other. Just a married couple doing what married couples do. He was going home not taking no for answer. If I had a car we would have been gone. We've done it before. The nurse comes finally to sedated him. Right after that, is when I fell, I fell hard. I was rushed to ER then to OR for emergency gall bladder surgery. Little did I know, It would be the last time I'd see or speak to My Man. I would never see him again! When I recovered and looked around I found he was not just gone. He was taken! For the first time it was me in a hospital bed. I was completely alone. Abandoned & stranded at this out of town hospital. It was November 21 My Daddy's Birthday(He's in Heaven) I had to call a friend Sheryl to get me home. I began the process of trying to find out why and where, how long? What happened? How did this happen? I called, called. Ariel called, called. When they finally answered it was to say they have Power Of Attorney! And I would not be speaking to him, They said, he doesn't want to speak to me. Like I didn't know my husband, cause he still looked at me the same way! If he could dial a phone it would've ended right then and there! That's why they refused to let us talk. Carl loved Me and they couldn't stand it. What are they hiding? I showed up at their house, after they said I wouldn't dare! They called the neighborhood rent a cop, at Pearl River PD. I was made to leave, not allowed to see or speak to him. I wasn't allowed to see a copy of this so called POA! Barney Fife says 'it's legit.' I said, "So you know what his signature looks like?" You know what happens next. December came quick, I had to tackle this months bills. That's when I got another shock. What else could they take from me? I know they have plenty of money!Every last dime, they took all our money too! Every single penny!
No Christmas for us, it was a real struggle just to keep the lights on. I threw myself into my work, it's all I could do. The weeks turned into months. Months into a year. I never stopped looking for him. The depression was dragging me down, I couldn't keep up. I lost my job, surrendered to my bed. I couldn't keep my car running, I was a mess. Carl always took care of those things. I can't seem to get a reliable one. I just wanted to lay down in my bed, never get up again. One day, Im just surfing the web. Looking at different folks pages in hopes I'd get a glimpse. There he was,..
A Christmas line up at an Adult Day Care near their town. There was no denying it, there he was, My Man! In a FB post. I counted, figured & calculated, until I came up with the exact day he was there. Medicaid says you have to be 3 days a week. Wednesday that was the day! How was I going to do it, slip in unnoticed? I thought I'll just pretend I'm someone else, ask for a tour. I'll put my plan in motion. I'm doing it May 3rd his Birthday, it'll be the perfect day. They'll never see me coming. A week or two later, still weeks away from his birthday. I get online making sure the status of his Medicaid, hadn't changed. It was the only resource they hadn't locked me out of. Our cases were still linked, but they didn't know that. I clicked on his case number, it was Case Closed! I felt my heart drop, I couldn't breathe. They know? They know, I know where he is! That's what I thought. I've lost my opportunity to see him. I kept reading looking for clues. I came across the words, words that would Destroy anything left of lives!
Deceased...
I was devastated, I convinced myself it was another spiteful thing they did, just to be mean. I still can't prepare myself for their hate!
I searched for a sign, an obituary, family posting condolences. I googled his name I googled all of their names. I found nothing, no where. Except a wedding that I already knew about Carl wasn't there! So he had to be alive. Caluph, decided he was gonna call them! Because this is So wrong! Somebody would've told me, I'm his Wife. I suppose all of Carl's grandkids have been brainwashed to hate us as well! Maybe they'll answer? Then she did, Jennifer answered! I don't know who was more shocked her or me! She didn't recognize the number, and so, was rendered speechless! When we asked if it's true, she said "Why do you need to know!" and hung up the phone! We called the coroner, to hear even more shocking news! Carl had passed away more than a month ago. He died slowly, at Vickies house, not his own! V being so busy with her own husband's death. Property probate and that massive lawsuit!
Did Carl Die alone? It seems THEY didn't care for him well enough at all! He was gone way to soon! Vickies husband was dead too. And they're dumbfounded trying to figure out how I knew. Not one family member was decent enough. No courtesy call for me, nothing. They robbed us of his last days on earth. They robbed us of our goodbyes. They robbed us of memorial. They robbed Carl of everything! There was so much I was looking forward to doing with him. Now not even a final fishing trip! My deeply loved husband was taken, now he's gone. There's nothing! But there is something. The realization, Where is Carl? I have more work to do, I had to find him and bring him home! I knew their alleged POA was finally over. Nobody can stop me, now! I called, called & called. Sent e-mail after e-mail. Until I found him. A funeral home noone has ever heard of, Vickie & Jennifer's choice. They lied to them, as well. They said we were divorced. Allegedly Vickie Moskau and Jennifer Dillard had some goodbyes, maybe a memorial? Sent him off for cremation, never to return! All without my knowledge or consent. I begged the funeral home, pleaded with them to do the right thing. Tell me where I can find him. The next day they made the decision to do the right thing. They'll release Carl's remains. I was delighted, he was finally coming home. All I have to do is pay Vickie and Jennifer's bill...
I always said, "it's about the money for those two." Carl's best interest was never part of their plan. They proved it themselves! Allegedly Vickie Moskau and Jennifer Dillard, were caught off guard? Or did they plan to abandon him there? Knowing they couldn't keep him now. Did they realize they just then they had underestimated me again? And there's still the nagging question. What did they tell Carl, happened to me? Did I die in surgery that day? And let me remind you, all of this came about because my step daughter put her nose in my confidential medical file, when it came across her desk at work! Allegedly Jennifer Dillard RN/ Infusion Nurse Lakeview Hospital LCMC. She used what she saw in there to end my life as I knew it. It was greed, spite & envy! Swiping all our money, killing my husband with all that stress, being away from me, our home. Then sticking me, with their bill!
Carl's not quite home yet but we're one step, two steps closer everyday. I'm getting my life back, then I can start to heal. Anything you can do, if it's a dollar. It will not go unnoticed, $1 makes 2 that's enough for gas!Prayers are not just welcome, they're a must. Please keep them coming. My fights not done, yet! And please, please share. Thank you all so much from bottom of my heart.
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Shandel Dillard
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