Communicating With The Dead – A Series

From: Al Neitsch
Sent: June 2, 2022 8:23 AM

Un-Dear Peter (Now Deceased) or Anonymous,

  What did you hope to gain by involving family no longer related to you in matters that you should be dealing with as a mature adult, to those directly involved? Did you think that you could curry some kind of favor or understanding by contacting them to disparage me? They have long known you to be a buffoon and a selfish lout. That you would send an unsigned letter to my daughter through her mother further shows your lack of self awareness and character and helps further remove all doubt that you are what you are…a lumbering, thoughtless space taker and spiritual fraud. If ghosts do exist, they would surely go about their non living lives with more dignity than you do. If you had and courage or confidence in your assertions you could at least present facts, spell check, and sign your, or whoever’s  communication. Given your state of living, you could still empower yourself to some semblance of thoughtful humanity but it would actually be like waking the dead.  

    It should be pointless to communicate with the bumbling, walking dead. I’ve never really believed that  mediums or seances could channel or summon them from some other realm. Typically the dead have unfinished business or grievances to air. They moan, rattle their chains, steal things, and tip over furniture or glassware to unsettle the living. They leave unsigned and illiterate notes. You present as a semiconscious fool, clinging on to delusions of rapture in the afterlife and a false sense of virtue that might guarantee your redemption. Don’t you find it difficult, even in your state of decay, to even remotely live with having lived a dishonest life.

  Since you have not fully addressed the demand for the return of or compensation for my missing property in time, I will be filing charges against you for theft and placing a lien on your property until you come clean, make restitution, and or confess to your malfeasance with regard to your and Darlene’s expropriation of mom’s property. She doesn’t have much left. That you are wanting to clean every last every last dollar, spoon or cup for yourself is not just greedy but irrational. Dead people shouldn’t need much of anything.

  I have told you, that you and whoever runs you, have been blocked from messaging me and that any  information or communication regarding mom’s care and status should come from you directly, either by phone or phone message. You failed to inform me of mom’s move to Norwood. As usual, I have to find out from other family members like Ellie who cries when I set mom up to call her. Ellie is sending letters to mom but directing them to me to read to her when I visit. To put it mildly, she and the rest of the family don’t think very highly of you either.

  Mom has lived a tragic life but she always persevered with a kind and sweet nature that carried her. She was treated badly by people that were/are supposed to care for her, to honour her, and see to her needs during her decline in a thoughtful and honourable manner. That you and Darlene should continue mom’s mistreatment under the guise of benign neglect is deplorable. It’s probably best that mom loses herself and her memories of events and people that abused her. In moments of clarity, she tells me that she wants to die. It’s no way to live, especially when your care has been taken over by careless and thoughtful people. At least she is safe, as safe as anyone in her state can be, and receiving basic medical care. I have made my peace with who mom was and will continue to see her, listen to her, and watch for signs of her sweet and gentle self.

  That you delight in cutting her nails and clipping her whiskers is actually kind of creepy, just like with dad. Your priorities need re-alignment.  There are professionals for her personal hygiene. Try focusing on our mother’s humanity for a change, instead of your own malguided interests. But you gave up your biological, dysfunctional family for a dysfunctional ideological one, didn’t you.

  Pull your wretched self together, for mom. Perhaps you might rest in peace after all.

Signed,

Alfred William Neitsch

PS

  This letter will be published.