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So, my Grandmother died of stomach cancer 3 years ago, she was close to 90. My uncle Richard lived with her, he pretty much moved in with her after his wife divorced him (it was supposed to be temporary) and never left. He decided to tear down her house soon after he moved in, and convinced her to put his name on the land deed so he could "build a new house for her" (My cousins name is also on the deed). After she did he pretty much used her as a slave, threatening to kick her out if she didn't do what he wanted, verbally abusing her, etc. He was in his mid 60's and still having his mother make his bed every morning even though she was dying. Well, the whole point of this vent is that soon after she died he told everyone that he was the executor of her will, (he wouldn't show it to anyone) and it had been changed to leave everything to him. My other uncle said that yes, he'd taken my grandmother to have her will changed, but he never saw the changes that had been made. So uncle Richard told everyone that he was keeping everything - get off of his property, and was generally a *few choice words I can't say* about it. Well, after failed attempts to contact someone about it, (because leaving everything to him was not something my Grandmother would have done, and it made everyone suspicious) my mother finally got a hold of the lawyer today, and low and behold, the will is still in probate. Which means that my uncle lied about everything, stole what he wanted of my Grandmothers, destroyed the rest, and then did his best to cover it up. I've always known he was a horrible person, but nobody thought he would ever sink that low. My Grandmother raised me, I loved her with all my heart, and knowing that he kept things with sentimental meaning away from the people who really loved her sickens me. The only thing I wanted of hers, some old photos and a scrapbook she made when she was the age I was when she passed, things she had told me that she wanted me to have when she died, he kept "because they were old and might be worth money". The only worth those items, hell, most of her things, had was that they were special to her. Knowing that he probably burned them when he found out their monetary value was next to nothing makes me sick to my stomach, as does him taking the money from her purse before her body was even cold. He couldn't show her any respect, not even after she was dead. I want to cry and I want to find someone who can kick his *expletive* because I'm not big enough to do it. I'd like to think he feels guilty but he has no conscience. <br><br>Cookies if you read this, I needed to get this out.
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