While I was there I managed to get her an appointment with a top estate lawyer and also a neurologist. Dottie was thrilled I was there to help and praised God we got the appointments.
Just before we were set to go, she went for coffee with her friend Yeter down the street. When she came back, she was angry as a hornet. She suddenly accused me of trying to have her deemed mentally incompetent, so I could steal all her money. WHAT?!?!! It was so way out of left field, I was flabbergasted and had NO idea how to handle it... if only I had known then what I know now about Alzheimer's Disease.
I called my parents crying my eyes out, to ask what to do. Her moods could always be a little volatile, but never anything like this, so I did my best to smooth things out before I left to go back to Michigan. Something about it just didn't sit right with me. I never really trusted Yeter, but he had been her friend down the street for 13 years. My mom was busy perpetually taking care of dad, so usually once or twice a year I went to check on them in Arizona. Mom thought Yeter was just the greatest thing since sliced bread and SO did my grandma!!
I think it was about 2 weeks later, I was in LA housesitting for my cousin when my mom let me know Yeter needed brain surgery. She said he was going into the hospital immediately and was worried about grandma, so he had found some friend to take care of her, who had done in home care for years. Mom was able to call and talk to grandma and said she sounded fine, but I didn't buy it. I had just seen Yeter and he seemed just as right as rain! Suspicious, I called grandma myself. Pretty quickly I realized my grandma couldn't speak freely.
I started asking her yes and no questions....
"do you know where you are?" - "not really"
"do you feel safe there" - "no"
"do you think you can trust Yeter" - "I'm not sure"
"do you want me to come get you?" - "yes, please honey, please!"
I got off the phone and called my cousin who lived just a few miles down the street. She drove past grandma's house for me, and saw it was for sale by owner, with Yeter's phone number listed. I called grandma's neighbors. Her friend across the street had nothing good to say about Yeter. She was a very dominant - no bull german with a heavy accent. Giesela said she tried to visit grandma and he had very rudely kicked her out. She refused to leave and said he was noticeably very agitated.
We got ahold of the police in Kingman Arizona, where she was being kept, to coordinate her retrieval. I drove to the police station to get a police escort and then went to Birdie's house to get grandma. It turns out Birdie was Yeter's x-wife and she was in on the scam. At one point before this whole ordeal, grandma had "loaned" her $17k. Birdie was extremely nervous and jumpy and looked guilty as sin. She was desperate to make any connection with the cop she could, saying things like "do you know Joe, I used to babysit for him when he was baby, he's been on the force for a long time, he knows me." We packed up everything grandma had... that was $7, the clothes on her back, and a few men's shirts Yeter had supposedly dropped off for her. She had no ID, no wallet, no cell phone, nothing. She had no way to get out of there on her own.
I drove grandma the three hours back to Sun City, while my brother flew into Phoenix to meet us. I called a lock-smith to meet us at the house. We had every door double locked with a deadbolt that required a key from the inside to unlock. Before my brother arrived, Yetter showed up with a pile of file folders that contained every important document my grandmother had. He had my uncle and grandfather's social security cards and drivers licenses, death certificates, her will, the deed to the house, titles to the cars, and anything else you can imagine!
He scurried away pretty quickly once the police showed up. We spoke with the police for over 3 hours, filling out all the details of what had happened. Yeter picked grandma up, said they were going to visit a friend, then dumped her off 3 hours from home with $7 and no way to leave or even ask for help. I had bank records printed off to show that he had taken $500 out of grandma's accounts... while we were in route from Kingman, when she had no possible way to authorize it. I had a very thick pile of paperwork by then, to help put the SOB behind bars and I was serious about it! Unfortunately, that's not really how it worked out!
"This Too Shall Pass"
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