**EDITED: 11-Mar-2022 – DUE TO A SERIES OF EVENTS, I WAS FORCED UNDER DURRESS, TO AGREE TO REMOVE A CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS NAME FROM MY LIFE, PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE. MY FREEDOM OF SPEECH WAS CHALLENGED AND USED TO BASICALLY THREATEN ME. NON COMPLIANCE MEANT I WOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO ATTEND MY MOTHER’SFUNERAL.**
February 1, 2022 – Tomorrow is her 69th birthday. She has been weighing heavily on my mind and heart for the past few days. I need help finding my mother….VICKIE BREWER, #findVICKIE. She is believed to still be in/around the area of Seneca, SC, Oconee County. She was reported as having been diagnosed with bi-polar and multiple stages of dementia in/around mid-late 2020. She was known to have had access to a gold Ford Edge Titanium, last seen in/around December 17, 2021 at her former home at 511 Strawberry Farm Road, Seneca, SC.
Our legal system is full of red tape and backlogs. I have been in touch with a private investigator and an attorney. Both have been very helpful and are navigating the red tape for me. I am NOT trying to destroy anyone’s lives here. I just want to know where my mother is.
I have to be upfront and get this out there NOW. I am NOT after any money or material things. All of the material ‘things’ I would have wanted is now gone, thanks to the greed and cold hearted actions of my brother. What I want, is to make sure that I do what is right by my daddy, because my brother certainly is not. I remember my daddy telling me many, many, many years ago his fears for mama and I vowed to myself not to let those fears come true. It is NO secret that my mama and I have had a very difficult relationship. I NEVER disrespected her. I was NEVER physical with her. I NEVER called her a “bitch”, among other names. As God and daddy is my witness….I know my siblings cannot say the same. I took a LOT of her shit growing up and even into adulthood. I am the oldest. I am the experimental child. I am suppose to take it. I feel that I was there to protect my siblings from the brunt of the emotional abuse. IF her diagnosis is true, I know now why my childhood was so bad. She needed help and did not get it. I FORGIVE YOU MAMA!! Now, what IF her diagnosis isn’t true and she is just a wonderful manipulator? What IF she and my brother have been doing all these things together? Well, that would be an amazing twist of events to this story and I would like to find out myself.
ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS…
For now, I have to go on what I have seen. I saw my brother. I drove from Kentucky Christmas Day and walked onto his home turf the day after. He stood before me looking like he was emotionally drained and I wanted to reach out and hug him so badly. Yet, his body language told me to protect myself. I asked “what have I ever done to you?” He never answered. He stood there recording me. I didn’t even realize it for a while because I was so focused on his face. His eyes seemed to be telling me a story. His face told me another story. I was so hyper focused on his face that I didn’t see the phone, held as if it was a cup in his hand, like he had practiced for this encounter. He then insisted I leave “his property”. Respectfully, I did. I left angry, hurt and confused. He followed us. I saw him and when we attempted to approach he sped away. I called law enforcement to go do a welfare check. They did. Sadly, they only reported that “mom is safe“. This is where I tell you folks, that while law enforcement is a needed thing, they do NOT know all of the laws. There isn’t much more they can do. I had already sought legal consel and did what I was told to do. My return to Kentucky was inevitable and I did so hoping that I would get a call now that my brother knows I am asking. Sadly, I never got that call. I had mere hours to take legal measures and unfortunately the window closed on me to save my mother’s home. The home went on the market just days after the estate sale, approximately December 14, 2022, and by January 3, 2022 it was sold. THAT STILL HAS ME FUMING!!!!
My brother has strategically manipulated the events that have lead me to take this desperate measure. I am utterly ashamed of his behavior. Daddy would be as well. I have attempted everything from mailing a gift with a note, to texting, calling, social media messages (where I am not blocked) and even my podcast. He is undeniably and scarily very good at cutting people off. His ability to be unemotionally attached to things is evident to me after seeing all of our childhood things being sold at the estate sale as if it was junk. He didn’t allow myself, our sister, or our kids the opportunity to lay claim to things that were rightfully ours. If he didn’t care about it why would it have mattered if we got it? I’m talking about things like childhood/family books, a grandfather clock, a 300 year old antique set, a golf cart promised to a grandchild, dishes and our childhood photos. I didn’t want the home. That wasn’t a home filled with love that myself, siblings or our kids knew. I wanted those little things that were once on 306 Brewer Lane and moved to 511 Strawberry Farm Road. Those things that mama could have easily ditched between the move and started fresh but she didn’t. I am unable to grasp WHY my brother has done the things he has to our family. There is NO justification for this behavior.
This does NOT have to define our lives from this point forward. I want to work on rebuilding and forgiving. IF OUR MAMA is really sick, we need to show our kids what it means to be human beings and do what our father would want us to do. Now, what if mama isn’t sick and this is just another one of her many dramatic life scenes ? Ya know, like a final act before the curtains fall? Then we do our best to accept and understand and learn from what we have endured in our lives. To my sister and my brother – one day, all we will have is each other!
PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY MAMA —- I don’t want anything in return except a chance to sit down and make heads and tails of this situation.
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