[quote]She let her parents live in squalor. Bitch.
She made a post that explains the situation on Facebook. She tried to get her parents home repaired but when she would send workers her parents turned then away. She herself hadn't been in the house for a decade.
the circumstances around my parents’ sudden passings have become fodder for press, and there are some misconceptions rolling around - understandably so. this is very delicate for me to write because i’m wanting to honor their privacy, which they held so tightly. there’s an awful irony in the fact that, because of the very lengths they went to in order to protect their privacy in life - that privacy has been stripped away in death. i never imagined i would have to talk about this publicly - much less, amidst overwhelming floods of grief.
i hadn’t been allowed inside my parents’ home for well over a decade; every time i offered to have something repaired for them, they refused to allow workers into their house. i begged, cried, tried to reason with them, tried to convince them to let me help them move - but every time, they became furious with me, telling me i had no right to tell them how to live their lives and that they had it all under control. it was not for a lack of trying on my part, or the part of other people who loved them.
my parents were not penniless. they were fiercely stubborn, beautifully original souls, and with that, they made choices - choices that i couldn’t talk them out of. i did help them, in all the ways i could - in all the ways they would let me.
i struggle, as much as i helped, with what else could i have done - short of petitioning the court system for taking control of two otherwise very sharp, very independent, very capable adults. they were a united, intertwined, indivisible force, determined to do things their own way. knowing they had each other - battling them the way i would have had to in order to do this truly felt like it would have destroyed them.
i had no idea that their heat had gone out. i will never understand how or why they made the choice not to tell me this, not to let me help them with this. my heart is broken.
