Aunt Doris is the best. She isn’t my aunt. She is Dave’s aunt. But I loved her before Dave got sick….and I REALLY loved her after he got FTD. She was the ONE person from the Bower side of the family who has really been there for me…even though she lives in Florida and I Iive in California. And she is over 90 years old.
This is an old letter. 2013. Since then, I would be appalled and embarrassed to tell you how much money the lawyers have taken from us. It’s much, much more.
Something has to change in our Court System. This system? It’s raping people like me.
2013 Hi Aunt Doris –
I so wish you lived closer. It isn’t right that I can’t stop in and have coffee with you! Instead, I just made myself a cup of coffee. You can make one now as you read this.
Your family sure takes good care of you. They are good at keeping tabs. And getting you a car. And taking you places. And making sure you arrive safely home. Lucky you.
I have put this off (responding to you with an update) a bit and I am not sure if I can explain why. It just seems so ridiculous that this situation – this excruciatingly painful situation – just goes on and on. It feels like I may never have a happy response to your email. It’s downright depressing. And it feels like somehow there must be something very wrong with me that I can’t control it…that it has spun so wildly out of my grasp. That it is costing my precious family so, so much. And I am standing here helpless. Not motionless, I promise you. I am a flurry of motion. But it is still the same. I terrible tragedy. For Dave. For me. And for the kids most of all.
It has been clear a long time to me (but not the whole time!) that David had nothing to do with this. He is and has been sick for a very long time now….5 years since diagnosis, 6 years since we lost him to dementia and probably more years before that we didn’t know why we were drowning. But we know with absolute certainty now. David is sick. Very sick. And he would NEVER have allowed any of this to happen to his family. Never.
That other people think he would somehow be ok with it will never make sense to us. That other people who care about him would let this happen to his family – we will never understand that either.
The simple recap is this:
In 2006, we knew something very, very bad was lurking. The personality changes alone were cause for extreme alarm. The drinking escalated, along with every ugly thing that goes with that. His ability to work was failing fast – money flying out the door, legal liability looming, his famous master-of-all-trades persona gone. I reacted as any brave (and scared to death) loving mother, wife and business partner would….I took defensive action to keep us safe and save our business. My sick husband did what his disease told him to do…point his finger at me. He did. And outsiders took action.
My friend Laura’s husband John died last week. He had FTD. Before he got sick, he was a capable lawyer and a loving husband and father. Before Laura understood what was wrong, John destroyed his business, to the degree they feared legal persecution for his actions. Instead of demanding Laura “give him back his business” (like Andrea did to me) the people around them helped them redistribute his clients and close the doors. When John’s brother took him to the bank and realized John was trying to withdraw large amounts of money, he called Laura. And stopped John when Laura asked him to. When John crashed the car, his friends took away his keys and drove him places – instead of insisting Laura give the car back (like Dave Williams did to me). When John asked his family to take him to lawyers, they picked him up and took him to the park instead.
At the funeral, Laura had written a five page thank you note to all of the supportive family and friends who physically and emotionally supported them to the end. It felt like the hundreds there admired her for her strength and the love of her family. She was heart broken but honored. It made me sad.
Because the exact opposite happened to us.
In 2010, Dave’s sister and friends took him to a divorce lawyers after demanding I “give Dave half the money!” The Judge threw the case out – demanded the family and friends stop inflicting more pain on an already stricken family. That Judge cried on the bench when he read his lengthy opinion. He denied the other sides fees. He asked us to make sure Dave was placed in an appropriate facility asap. Did I feel like I had won? Absolutely not. Not even for a second. Dave sat and played with the buttons on his shirt. Andrea was not there to hear the judges demands. I was angry.
The next day, David produced a gun I had no idea we had. With his speech now down to one word and only hand signals, he threatened to kill himself and us. I absolutely did not want to call the police as I feared what would happen next. I worried the police would shoot him foremost. Then I worried where he would end up. My father never came home after (deep into dementia himself) he threatened his wife….so I knew very clearly what could happen. Dave showed the police how he would shoot himself, then he gladly got into the back of the patrol car for a trip to the Emergency Room.
Thus started new accusations that I had somehow staged the gun scene. That I had somehow managed to lock Dave up against his will. That I had warehoused him.
The Care Team had placed Dave at a place very near Thea’s house. It was almost the best money could buy. But it was ugly. Ugly because yes, there was only one other person (his roommate) his age. Everyone else could have been 30 years older. I sat in the parking lot and sobbed hysterically. But the kids and I made the trek faithfully as he settled in. I was, but wasn’t surprised, to see him happy. The staff reported he was doing fine. Then one Saturday after hours, Andrea came in, screamed at the staff and forcibly removed him – without his medication or belongings. When the police, the facility and the family contacted her and Thea to ask where David was….they refused to tell anyone. It took three agonizing weeks, but Thea finally called me to request his toothbrush…and told me where he was.
Andrea had taken Dave to her house. So when she filed another lawsuit and asked to be named conservator of David’s Health – I said yes. I was happy she had stepped up to take care of him.
It didn’t last long. After a few months, with David breaking into her neighbors houses, damaging her property and doing who knows what else, she placed him herself in an Facility called Autumn Years. Requiring me to pay of course. Which I did.
What happened next has to be summed up in dollars. It seems unloving and it is easy to criticize, but Dave’s lifetime commitment to fiscal soundness could never be ignored. And mine. I have always been a good steward of the money. I learned everything I know from David. We worked together, side by side for 25 years before FTD came to our house. I know what David would have wanted and what he expected. We have everything written down and documented. Andrea hardly knew her brother. And the lawyers who have taken her name and run it underground never met my well husband.
Since Andrea and Dave Williams first demanded I give them money in 2009, they have forced me to spend $250,000 on lawyers and $180,000 on completely unnecessary care for David. David himself managed to waste about $200,000 in worthless items and property etc before I could stop him.
As of today, I have mortgaged the house to the fullest. I have spent the kids college fund. I have used up completely the business reserve and I have spent our savings down to zero. Meanwhile, property values are still at an all time low, we have no insurance, life or disability and we still will never qualify for State Aid of any sort.
Here is what I know:
– If I had agreed to a lawyers demands in 2009 (two years AFTER Dave was diagnosed) to give Dave “half the money” – I would have had to liquidate the business and take a 70% loss. We do not have a doughnut shop that we can sell and split. We have real estate that generates a monthly cash flow that far exceeds it’s value during the worst recession in 50 years. The “other” property we have is almost worthless – vacant lots aren’t selling very well these days. And in 2009, if I had thrown my hands up, the boys would never have gone to college, we would have lost the house and all of the business and I would be without income. Dave would have spent or given away all of his share immediately.
– If I had agreed to the divorce demand in 2010, I would have liquidated the business, lost everything and Dave’s share would have been less than $500,000. At the rate Andrea is spending our money (and almost none of hers should be noted) he would have less than two years of care left. He will outlive that.
– If I had agreed to the Conservatorship demand Andrea filed in May 2011, I would be equally broke. And Dave would be….dead? I have cannot imagine where he would be.
Here is where we are:
– Andrea (with Thea’s approval) continues to allow lawyers unethical but lawful billing of our hard earned assets to the tune of $100,000 just this month. She pays nothing. Thea pays nothing.
– I continue to pay $12,000 per month (this is down from Andrea committing us to $20,000 per month) for Dave’s care which should cost about $7,000. Thanks to the rentals, I can afford that, but not if I start to sell them. The other side does not care.
– Warren has hired his own lawyer (that makes 5 lawyers at once, him, me, Dave, Andrea and the Outside Conservator) to ask to be his father’s conservator.
– We have court dates October 30 and Nov 5. The lawyers fees alone for those court dates will be twice/three times what Andrea makes in a year.
The emotional turmoil of the past 6 years has been tremendous. On me and the kids. Our lives have been threatened. Our business has been threatened. Our love for our father/husband has been assassinated. No family should ever have to go through this. We can’t imagine why we have. What we did to deserve it. And the worst thing is we lost Dave. Who was a tremendous husband and father. We miss him terribly. He would hate all of this, every inch of it. Anyone who has supported any of it, never knew David.
My David would never have wanted me to turn and run. He would have wanted me to fight for what he and I created and loved.
Here is the post script to Laura’s John. John was diagnosed just last year. He did not die the “normal FTD way”. If he had it would have been years in the future. He took a bottle of medication and killed himself. He had done enough to hurt his family and he did not want to go on. He told them he loved them. He said his goodbyes. He lived a good life. He was done.
Lynn