As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
TL and I have just arrived home from the house of the wicked one, a relative, where we have been enlisted to accomplish some tasks now that he has been hauled away, and while we have been in that house 3 times, it was not until today that it soaked in what I was really seeing.
See he is wicked, a really bad man, so one of the things I prayed was that the housed would be covered in shit, and there would be trails of it in the house. What we beheld was that and worse.
We had been over there last year, and the degradation of things in a few months has me numb in trying to absorb it all. I personally think he hates that place now, as it seems destructive things are happening on that place since the moment he left it, but that is another story, as this is the trail of shit.
There honestly appeared to be shit tracks in the kitchen coming out of the bathroom. The reason I give this filth more credit, is in observing his bedroom as he had to be in there, he literally could not walk normal, and was scuffing his feet along, and he almost wore the carpet bare in paths. These dirty trails were where he went most and there were shit stains even on the chair he sat in.
He also had the old man disease of needing to piss all the time, so there were milk jugs cut out, which of course had piss in them at one time, and as he was unsteady, there were piss stains where he slopped it out on the carpet in the bedroom. It looked like some goddamn Mexican hovel and it felt like being in a gas station rest room.
His children are afraid of him, so he existed like that, as more and more people ran from his nasty. I just am perplexed that someone could exist like that, and not know it was the time to check out. It is no wonder he did not want any hired help as they would have called the authorities on him, and I know now the children were worried about that reality, in how they stayed away and pretended to not have any knowledge of the situation.
This is a case of someone having a fortune and not having anyone who cared. I told TL that there was not a person in the brier patch who would care he was gone. The place once so happy before him was now just a filthy mess.
You wonder how a smiling child can turn into a sour old man, tracking shit all through his house, and yet this was him.
TL laughs when I imitate him, in his pompous voice like he mattered. It was always the way the did things, and the best testimony about his legacy was a pile of disgusting toothpicks by his chair which he sucked on loudly as a status symbol, or was it the pile of shaving whiskers by the sink. That one I just did not compute with, in how dumping them by the sink was kosher......but it probably revealed how crabbed up he was in he simply could not move.
I still mimic him though, as he still pisses me off for how mean he was. The last memories I have of him are scowling and yelling at me, and listening to him clump around inside his place. I call him clumpy as a nickname and it is well deserved, as beloved Uncle had people in tears in his going, but people smiled when the wicked one was hauled off.
So I was allowed to witness part of God's avenging us. Those carpets will have to be pulled out as I doubt shit and piss stains are not something people will want to be around. I doubt I will point those facts out to his children, unless it is in a round about way to have the joy of hauling his things out and burning them.
Odd part is though, it looks like he left things like he thinks he is coming back. Life does not work that way, and a geezer home does not let you go once they got you inside. We do think that he thinks they are going to "fix him up" just like we did, and he will return in a few months. Our fixing though was Spiritual healing and in a geezer home all there are in there are energy suckers like him. I suspect he is going to find reality hitting hard when there is no escape.
So have Faith in God avenging you on evil people, as it does happen. I thank God that I was able to witness the degradation that wicked old man put himself through. His was a legacy which was well deserved and is continuing to pay interest on.
Damn what a legacy in leaving a shit trail like a dog dragging their ass across the floor.
Nuff Said
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