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So the “grieving partner” is also a cop calling son of a bitch…

longlegsjr — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 08:22:40 +0000

The war between me and Mr. Tears started when my grandfather passed away. I’d never met this odd ball “Jim” before, and meeting him at the hospital as my grandfather lay dying was NOT the way I wanted to be introduced. As my mothers father, MY grandfather lay dying before us, Jim kept telling me how “courageous” I was for being there. I was the FIRST one to the hospital that day, making the 2 hr 45 min trip to Orillia in record time. COURAGEOUS to be there?? Absolutely not. There was no place else I should’ve been at that moment. My grandfather was the most important man in my life… I wasn’t leaving his side! But Jim had come up with my mother, driving her in his crappy old van/truck/whatever. She was too distraught to drive herself, and of course- he couldn’t let her out of his sights for a moment. But he also brought along his dog… very odd. Now we didn’t know when my grandfather was going to die, just that it was happening right before us. Jim tried to act like he was the glue holding us all together, but I personally think he was sniffing a tube or two when no one was looking. Hours went by, and then my mother- the only surviving child my grandfather had left- said she was leaving. She wasnt’ staying til he passed on. I was furious, but didn’t say a word. Her reason for wanting to go- Jim’s dog was in the vehicle, and Jim needed to get him home. I said to her “mom, we have to go back to the same city, you can get a ride back with us, stay with your dad…” But she said “I don’t want Jim driving all that way back alone” Eighteen months later, as my mother lay dying in her hospital bed, she said to me “I should’ve stayed with Grandad til the end” and then she asked me things like whether or not he seemed to know he was dying, did he seem to be in any pain, what was it like to watch him go. She had many unanswered questions, and she felt a tremendous guilt for not being at his side when he left this world. I assured her that he was peaceful, didn’t feel a thing, and that as he took his last breath- he looked out the window, said “mama” and was gone. Quick, painless, and at peace.

Since my mothers passing, I have struggled to deal with my own unanswered questions. And having this JIM character going out of his way to make me and my children suffer even more pain, is NOT making this any easier. He won’t give me my grandparents dining room suite, even though my mother told him it was to go to me. He won’t give my children the blanket they made my mom to take to her treatments, or the mp3 player my son filled with music for her. And his “tribute” video- leaving out me and my children, has been the ultimate slap in the face.

When I commented on his “video shrine”… he called the OPP and said I was “harassing” him. Well if he didn’t want comments, he shouldn’t have posted on a site where viewers can leave them. And the last time I checked, freedom of speech still existed in this fucked up country of ours. And the right to have an opinion will never be taken from me. So Jim, and the OPP can kiss my ass. As long as I breathe, I will NOT let that man hurt my children any further. They are Laura Lee’s first born grandchildren. My son Bryce and her had an incredible bond. And for him to cut me out of his stupid video tribute is one thing… but to do that to Bryce, Cole and Robynn… that is unforgiveable.

Laura Lee Ricker… my mother, the grandmother of my children, and a woman deeply missed « Longlegsjr’s Weblog

longlegsjr — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:49:11 +0000

Laura Lee Ricker… my mother, the grandmother of my children, and a woman deeply missed « Longlegsjr’s Weblog

Laura Lee Ricker… my mother, the grandmother of my children, and a woman deeply missed

longlegsjr — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:46:25 +0000

Laura Lee Ricker was a woman that made an impact on every person she met. She had the greatest sense of humor and was always armed with a good joke (most of them dirty!) She was clever, quick witted, and one of the most intelligent women I’ve ever met. My mother didn’t have the easiest life. She suffered a lot of loss, a lot of pain and a lot of heartache. And I’m sure that having ME as a daughter caused her more than a fair share of grief. But my mother was a trooper, always ready for whatever came her way, and managed to make the best out of any situation. She was a hard worker, and provided the best she could for me and my siblings. Dispite our differences and quarrels over the years, I always loved my mother, and I know that she loved me and accepted me for who I am- even if she wasn’t too crazy about the decisions I’d made. She was a loving grandmother, and was so proud when I gave her the first grandchild. Although she didn’t want to be called grandma, said it sounded too old… so “Bumma” was her title. So many people were blessed with having this woman in their lives, and I hope she knows how much she was loved.

My mother was a smoker. She smoked for 40+ years. She tried many times to quit, used the patch, the gum, hypnosis, and good old cold turkey. But despite cutting back dramatically, she never totally quit- until the very end.My mother was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor (cancerous) after having a mild stroke. After testing, it was also found that she had lung cancer. During her treatment for the cancer, her medication was making her bowels sluggish, and the doctor gave her something to help. Her “boyfriend” suggested she try a Senocot suppository to get things moving. Instead of consulting the doctor first, she allowed this moron to administer the suppository. Now Senocot suppositories are POWERFUL, not your typical glycerin suppository. And the next day, on her way to radiation treatment in Kingston, in a car driven by Cancer Society volunteers, my mother suddenly had severe abdominal pain. She was rushed to the hospital, and it was discovered that her bowel had perforated. Her “boyfriend” tried to say that the suppository HE had given her didn’t cause this, that she had an underlying bowel condition. But that turned out to be a crock of shit (pardon the pun)

My mother ended up having to have emergency surgery to put a colostomy in place (a bag where the fecal matter goes, instead of passing thru the bowel and out the rectum) While open on the table, they also removed her ovaries (a partial hysterectomy)

In a very short period of time after this surgery, my mother got an infection in her colostomy. This infection hospitalized her. And it wore her body down to nothing. The infection is what ended up killing her.

If her boyfriend had just let the doctors prescribed medicine do its job, and left the Senocot suppositories on the shelf, I have to wonder if my mom would’ve had a little more time….

I my opinion, James Cowie is what killed my mother. Not cancer, not infection. Him and his self-medicating methods.