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Edited on Sat Feb-18-06 05:09 AM by Ecumenist
I am willing to trade with anyone who can give me insight. You might ask why I don't look into it myself and the partial answer to that is I have and it will become readily apparent VERY soon as to why I cannot trust my insight completely. The two year anniversary of my mother Margie's(08.16.42.4:30 pm Rice Texas), passing is February 23 and it was not good. My mother was a knitter and she also did needlepoint, embroidery as well as weaving as well as a new grandmother and she'd gone to a convention called Threads in Oakland California. It was a convention that she was looking forward to attending and it ran from thursday 02.19.04 through sunday 02.22.04. Background is my mom had had two major strokes, one in 1995,(the week before the Oklahoma City bombing) and the second one a bit under 2 months before my wedding, march 14 2001, which left her blind from midpoint to the left. She was unable to do alot and unfortunately was left without the ability to do alot of things for her self. I asked God, my People, (the spirits around me) for help and somehow was able to to teach her brain to see again,walk, use her left side and come back to herself, muuch to the profound shock of her doctor who had predicted that she would be incompetent for the rest of her life and suggested institutionalisation. I came back home to my mom after my wedding nad honeymoon to take care of my mother and didn't move in with my husband for 8 months after we married. The thing about both the strokes was that I was there both times she had her strokes and her strokes were VERY slow,( the first one took place over 4 days and the second one took place over 2.5 days. As I mentioned before, she had gone to the convention and one of my brothers had driven her there where he checked her into a VERY WELL KNOWN hotel chain and the plan was to have her take the last Amtrak back to Sacramento that sunday, which was due in @ 12 midnight. Evidently, there was, on that last day, a final class early that afternoon and a farewell dinner @ 6:00pm. The hotels allow late checkout just for that reason. That night @ the appointed time, my brothers went to pick her up from the train station but the train had be detained @Danville, if IIRC and they were told to come back @ 1:00, when the train was scheduled to arrive. They went to pick her at the appointed time and and when everyone had disembarked, my mom hadn't gotten off the train. Adam alerted the staff and security, who promptly searched the train but they didn't find her. The VERY first thing my brother Adam, the younger of the two brothers, (06.29.75 hollywood california), was to phone the hotel to ask if mom was still there. The night manager told him that he thought she'd checked out but wasn't certain that she'd gotten her bags:eyes: Now, keep in mind that I hadn't been called yet, although I live in the same county because they were trying to resolve this issue and didn't realise how serious this was. As a matter of fact, I was asleep because my husband had to get up REALLY early the next morning and as fate would have it, was due to do an install in Oakland! ( A morning person I ain't, try though I may). That night, or morning rather, I had a dream where I found myself sitting on the docks in Oakland with my back to the bay. I remember smelling what I believe what creosote and I was sitting in what I can only term an "upright fetal position" with my arms wrapped around my legs, my knees in my chest. I was watching people, dressed in white but they were moving so fast that they were mere blurs. They had block-like items in their hands and they were selling them. I knew instantly that these blocks were pieces of my home that they were dismantling and selling. Weirdest thing was that neither my mother nor I owned a home at the time. The next thing is the strangest, I heard myself saying, "I'm so alone, I so afraid, Jerry please call me, I'm so alone." . I awoke with a start in a cold sweat at 4:51 am. I couldn't go back to sleep so I stayed awake and when my husband got up, I told him about the dream and when I got to the part where I heard myself in the dream speaking, I said, "I don't talk like that, my Mother does." Now this was about 6:30 am. At 8:00 am, Adam called me and said, "I don't want to you to panic but Mom's missing." I asked him what was going on and of course, I leapt into action. I called the headquarters of the place that puts on the convention but they had no information and wouldn't have for 3 days. I then called Amtrak but do the frigging changes in the law since idiot stole the whitehouse, I wasn't allowed to get any info but the police would have to. My other brother, the Idiot, (long story, april 3,1967 long beach california), who I thought was checking things was WAITING for the hotel to call him back regarding her bags SINCE 1:30 AM!!!:wtf: I'd already phoned the police to make certain they were still searching. So, to keep from slapping the living daylights out of him, I told him to call every Amtrak station between San Jose and Roseville and have someone call mom using her maiden name over the intercom because by this time, I figured that she's had another stroke and could be confused. By this time, I'd gotten sick and tired of waiting for the manager of this WELL KNOWN HOTEL CHAIN, to call back. So I called him and asked after my mother, (this was MONDAY 02.23.04!!!). He tried to give me that same song and dance about how he didn't work that night before, therefore he wouldn't know. Understandably, I was pissed beyond the NTH DEGREE and let's just say that I told him, verbatim,"I'm sure that my mother's bag didn't disappear during the day and reappear at night like Dracula. Carry your ass over to wherever you keep the bags and call me back to tell me if they're still there". This was around 1:00 pm that afternoon. I hung up with this WORLD FAMOUS HOTEL CHAIN and called the police. Come to find out that my brother, the Aries and rocket scientist had played down my mother's medical problem. I provided the correct information that changed her status from a missing adult to an endangered missing adult. I also found out later that he's called the hotel and they'd told him that she'd checked out. This is VERY IMPORTANT to remember. Unbeknowst to me, the manager called back and LEFT A MESSAGE on my answering service, (I have the tape), saying that my Mother has checked out @ 12:00 pm the day before and had come back to get her bags @ 6:00pm. Not the brightest light in the harbour. THIS IS ALSO A VERY IMPORTANT POINT TO REMEMBER. I had no idea until MUCH LATER ON THAT EVENING that he'd called and left that lie. It had also taken him a bit over an hour to return my call. In the ensuing hours between 2:00 and 5:00 pm, the police,(I found out later), searched the hospitals again, called Amtrak and ascertained that my mother had never boarded the train and the WELL KNOWN HOTEL CHAIN again. While I was waiting, they, (the hotel chain), called my brother who lived with my mother. They called my brother and told him that my mother hadn't gotten her bags, a white woman had. Now, there was no way you could mistake my mother for a white woman even though three of her grandparents were white. She was a light caramel colour and the manager talks about seeing her on check in. About 20 to 30 minutes later, another call comes in. It was a woman and she told my brother quote, "someone fitting the description of my mother is in the room, with the door locked, the window closed and the curtains drawn. That she'd STOLEN the key card and snuck into the room. This person went on to say that they'd called the police and and that they were waiting at the front desk. Adam informed them that she'd probably had a stroke and that they needed to get her help, to please have the police knock the door down to get her medical help. The broad that called Adam actually had a nasty disposition and told him that without a warrant, they couldn't do this. In the confusion, I didn't learn that part of the conversation until after it was all over. I asked Adam how is it they were sure it was mom? He didn't didn't know either. My mother's phone didn't have call waiting so he was calling me and relaying the information. I didn't want him to stay on the phone because I thought that my mother may call if she was in the room. We breathed a VERY temporary sigh of relief as my aries brother prepared to go to Oakland to pick her up or meet her at hospital or whatever was needed. The next thing i know, I get another relayed call saying that yet another call saying that "someone fitting the description of mom was in the room, with the door locked from the inside, windows closed and the curtains drawn and wasn't answering the door." At this point, I was pissed and I decided I would call. When I spoke to this woman, she told me that and this b***h was cheeky), "my mother owed money for monday because she was due to check out Sunday and she'd stolen the card key, snuck into the room and now, someone fitting the description of my mother was in the room with the door closed and locked from the inside, window closed and curtains drawn." That last part was a constant, as if they were reading it from a script. I told her that her manager had told me us she'd checked out, so how could this be? I asked how they knew it was a mother if she was in the room with the door locked and the curtains drawn. This Broad, (categorically refused to give me her name), actually told me that, quote:" the manager decided to take a walk and he realised that someone fitting the description of your mother was in the room." I asked her if he could see through walls and she said no, then, how did he know that whoever was in the room? She actually repeated that sorry-assed, "he took a walk, yada, yada, yada." Now, it was raining like it was going out of style on that day. This was about 6:30 that evening and well past sundown. I asked her to call 911 because she probably had a another stroke and needed help. She assured me she would and would call me back as soon as she did. I waited about 45 minutes and I called back. She told me that 911 hadn't showed up yet. I asked her to please open the door and get her help, to make a long story short, I was told that they couldn't do that. My husband begged her to and she refused. I made 5 phone calls to that VERY FAMOUS HOTEL asking them if they'd called 911, was told they had, they WOULDN'T break the door down and was actually told at one point that 911 takes their time to arrive on scene. At one point, the b*tch made the strategic mistake of giving me the room number, (I hadn't known it). As soon as I hung up with her, I called back immediately and asked the front desk for rm 133. I was put through and the same woman answered the phone!! I asked her if she was in the room, of course she said no and then I asked for my mother. She launched into that same spiel about "door locked, windows closed, curtains drawn". I felt I didn't have time to argue, as she once again assured me that she had called 911 and would call me back. I decided to call Alameda county 911 from Sacramento county by first calling the local 911, hoping they would patch me through as they had once before when a fried wa being abused in a rural area in Placerville. No such luck BUT they did tell me where to call, which I did. I explained to Oakland emergency why I was calling and to please send help to the address of the HUGELY FAMOUS HOTEL CHAIN. About 10:25, I called Adam to see if anyone had called him and he said noone had, so I asked him to hold on while I phone the hotel. I asked to be put through to the room and the same cheeky bitch answered the phone. I asked her if 911 has shown up, she said yes; I asked her if my mother was conscious, she said no. I then asked her to speak to an EMT. The EMT came to phone and when he started asking questions about my mother's description, I knew what he was going to say. My knees buckled but luckily, I had my brother o the phone and it was at this time that he told my brother that if they'd been able to get to her just a hour earlier, she may have been alive. I found out a couple of days later when I called the police station to get the report that not only had that hotel's staff NEVER CALLED 911 but, ( and this is the most sickening part of it all), 911 and the Oakland police HQ was RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET!! The police officers were so disgusted with what had happened that they'd told me to "sue their asses because they let your mother die." More than a few of them told me that they wanted to see if they could get the go ahead to charge them with negligent homicide with depraved indifference. Turned out that my mother NEVER LEFT THAT ROOM!! She was in her jammies with curlers in her hair and they had the nerve to claim that they had no idea that she was in that room for 34 HOURS PAST THE CHECKOUT!!!! The room was CLEARLY visible from the office and in fact, was on the the first floor. When I got her bags back, she had no money on her, (well she had 84 cents total and there's no way my mother would have done that). There was also a serrated steak knife in her bag with reddish brown substance on it BUT because I had touched it, I was told that it wasn't useful by the investigator. It took me almost 6 months to get her EMT report,(which was strangely still in Alameda county, not archived in Modesto like they usually are after a )certain period of time AND her police report and I only got part of the police report, I found out later. WE ordered a private autopsy and when he finished the procedure, the pathologist called me fit to be tied. He asked me what happened and he told me to sue because they allowed my mother to die and that it had taken a VERY LONG TIME. Now keep in mind that I have a tape where their manager is telling me that my mother had checked out noon sunday and came back to get her bags @6:00 pm sunday the 22nd and the EMTs didn't get into the room until 10:30pm MONDAY 23 FEBRUARY!! Of course, I'm suing for justice for my mother, who I loved with all my heart and wasn't allowed the dignity a person would give a beagle with a broken leg and so it never happens to anyone else's friend, loved one or enemy. As I said, I won't say the name of the WORLD FAMOUS HOTEL but their initials are H.O.W.A.R.D. J.O.H.N.S.O.N. They also have alot of advertising in AARP for travel.
PS: My mother was competent and well on her way to return to her life. I also found out that she'd bought alot of calling cards and not one was found in her bags or purse. I know that when she had strokes, they were always in response to stress and I wonder what happened to precipitate this last stroke, although I have a bit of insight but I can't trust my intuition because my emotions get in my way. Thank you in advance for any help you can provide for my own peace of mind and again, I will freely trade for compensation and gratitude.
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