Today, Ann is thrown off of the mountain at gun point by Bruce's children.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 32...HELL
Everybody took their own cars up to the mountains and all of the adults in the family were there to make sure that everything would be taken care of properly. One of Bruce's best friends, Buzzy, took all of the guns and ammunition into his truck and took them down to a semi-truck that Bruce had been renting, to hold some of his surplus guns and ammunition. This truck was parked on Buzzy's ranch and all of this had been planned by Bruce long before he died so Buzzy was given no problems. It was decided that everything would stay there until after probate decided where everything should go.
After all the guns and ammunition had been taken care of, and Buzzy had left to take everything and get it put away, then things changed; Brian-who considered himself to be a black warlock-suddenly appeared in long robes and a wand and began to order everyone around, telling us that if we didn't obey him that he would put a curse on us. This didn't go over very well. According to Brian, he had been disowned by his father that very day. It seemed that Bruce had woken up with chest pains and had asked Brian to go to the doctor with him. Brian said, "hell no, I'm not getting up for you. Go by yourself!" Then as Bruce began to drive out of the driveway, Brian suddenly ran out of the house and offered to go with his dad. At that point, Bruce told him, "f--k you, you are no longer my son!" Then Bruce had driven off of the mountain alone.
Bob came up about an hour after Buzzy had left in order to help out the family as best he could. Despite the fact that for years Bob had been supporting some of these children as he helped out Bruce and I, and the mine; as soon as his truck came on the property Brian ran at him with a loaded gun and ordered him off the property. Bob had no choice but just to turn around and leave. About an hour later, Jared decided that he had to leave the mountain also, and left myself and Sheera-who had wanted to come up and help the family of her grandpa-alone with Bruce's family.
And that was the moment that the family that Bruce and I had built and worked so hard for split apart. Suddenly I was the odd man out. Guns were pulled from holsters and pointed at Sheera and myself. We were ordered to get off of the mountain if we valued our lives. I was in shock; at first I thought that I was misunderstanding something. I loved these children, surely they couldn't think that I would keep them from their belongings, their father's belongings. Then the guns were cocked and we were told that this was no longer my home or my belongings and that I'd better get off of the mountain if I knew what was good for me. Sheera and I got in my little car and left everything behind.
Later I talked with the Sheriff and the BLM officers. The Sheriff said that Bruce's family had said that they now owned everything on the millsite and that I was a trespasser. The BLM officers knew that I owned the millsite as it had been in Bruce and my names only, but they had this to tell me, "Ann, let them take over the millsite. We are not going to let anyone remain on the mountain at all anymore, least of all this family that knew nothing of mining and BLM regulations. Let them "own" the millsite and mines because we are going to make them take down all of the buildings and return the entire millsite and mine back to its former state; if they want to own it, good, then we will make them-not you-clean up the mountain." I was very grateful for the understanding of those fine gentlemen because it would cost thousands of dollars to return the millsite to its original condition.
Sheera and I left the mountain and it is a wonder that I was able to get back to Debby's house without having an accident. I have never been angrier in my life. All of those years of striving to give all of those children a good life; of loving them as my own; of the years of struggling just to give them better lives, all for naught. They hated me and I did not even have a clue. True, I had been a disciplinarian and insisted upon a structured home, and I guess they had hated that from the day I had moved in, or rather when they had moved into my home. I was not what they had wanted in their lives, and now that their dad was gone they could get rid of me. This caused me extreme pain on top of just having lost Bruce.
Bruce's family had a beautiful service for Bruce at the cemetery in Julian. I was not allowed to sit with the family, but Tony and Mike and their families were there, and they had me sit with them. As it turned out, none of the family bought a headstone for Bruce, and I did not have the money for one, but his friends, Tony and Mike and their families, built a beautiful Indian headstone for Bruce. It is the most beautiful marker in the entire Julian cemetery. I thank them for all of their love and support, and their deep understanding.
Tomorrow (Monday) the loss of the grandchildren, and then I return to college and that helps me to get back on top. A horrible illness strikes and I am hospitalized once again.
THE GOD GAMES: Heaven & Hell...Chapter 32...HELL
Everybody took their own cars up to the mountains and all of the adults in the family were there to make sure that everything would be taken care of properly. One of Bruce's best friends, Buzzy, took all of the guns and ammunition into his truck and took them down to a semi-truck that Bruce had been renting, to hold some of his surplus guns and ammunition. This truck was parked on Buzzy's ranch and all of this had been planned by Bruce long before he died so Buzzy was given no problems. It was decided that everything would stay there until after probate decided where everything should go.
After all the guns and ammunition had been taken care of, and Buzzy had left to take everything and get it put away, then things changed; Brian-who considered himself to be a black warlock-suddenly appeared in long robes and a wand and began to order everyone around, telling us that if we didn't obey him that he would put a curse on us. This didn't go over very well. According to Brian, he had been disowned by his father that very day. It seemed that Bruce had woken up with chest pains and had asked Brian to go to the doctor with him. Brian said, "hell no, I'm not getting up for you. Go by yourself!" Then as Bruce began to drive out of the driveway, Brian suddenly ran out of the house and offered to go with his dad. At that point, Bruce told him, "f--k you, you are no longer my son!" Then Bruce had driven off of the mountain alone.
Bob came up about an hour after Buzzy had left in order to help out the family as best he could. Despite the fact that for years Bob had been supporting some of these children as he helped out Bruce and I, and the mine; as soon as his truck came on the property Brian ran at him with a loaded gun and ordered him off the property. Bob had no choice but just to turn around and leave. About an hour later, Jared decided that he had to leave the mountain also, and left myself and Sheera-who had wanted to come up and help the family of her grandpa-alone with Bruce's family.
And that was the moment that the family that Bruce and I had built and worked so hard for split apart. Suddenly I was the odd man out. Guns were pulled from holsters and pointed at Sheera and myself. We were ordered to get off of the mountain if we valued our lives. I was in shock; at first I thought that I was misunderstanding something. I loved these children, surely they couldn't think that I would keep them from their belongings, their father's belongings. Then the guns were cocked and we were told that this was no longer my home or my belongings and that I'd better get off of the mountain if I knew what was good for me. Sheera and I got in my little car and left everything behind.
Later I talked with the Sheriff and the BLM officers. The Sheriff said that Bruce's family had said that they now owned everything on the millsite and that I was a trespasser. The BLM officers knew that I owned the millsite as it had been in Bruce and my names only, but they had this to tell me, "Ann, let them take over the millsite. We are not going to let anyone remain on the mountain at all anymore, least of all this family that knew nothing of mining and BLM regulations. Let them "own" the millsite and mines because we are going to make them take down all of the buildings and return the entire millsite and mine back to its former state; if they want to own it, good, then we will make them-not you-clean up the mountain." I was very grateful for the understanding of those fine gentlemen because it would cost thousands of dollars to return the millsite to its original condition.
Sheera and I left the mountain and it is a wonder that I was able to get back to Debby's house without having an accident. I have never been angrier in my life. All of those years of striving to give all of those children a good life; of loving them as my own; of the years of struggling just to give them better lives, all for naught. They hated me and I did not even have a clue. True, I had been a disciplinarian and insisted upon a structured home, and I guess they had hated that from the day I had moved in, or rather when they had moved into my home. I was not what they had wanted in their lives, and now that their dad was gone they could get rid of me. This caused me extreme pain on top of just having lost Bruce.
Bruce's family had a beautiful service for Bruce at the cemetery in Julian. I was not allowed to sit with the family, but Tony and Mike and their families were there, and they had me sit with them. As it turned out, none of the family bought a headstone for Bruce, and I did not have the money for one, but his friends, Tony and Mike and their families, built a beautiful Indian headstone for Bruce. It is the most beautiful marker in the entire Julian cemetery. I thank them for all of their love and support, and their deep understanding.
Tomorrow (Monday) the loss of the grandchildren, and then I return to college and that helps me to get back on top. A horrible illness strikes and I am hospitalized once again.
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