The story about taking care of my crazy mother and breaking my neck. Part 1. Let's start at the end.

Six months ago I was called by my mom's best friend to travel from the FREE state of Florida to Virginia. She thought my mother was dying which would have been a blessing. My mom had been bed ridden for two or more years living with the burden of a colonoscopy bag that was the bane of her existence. Unfortunately after 7 days in a coma she woke up. I had HOSPICE involved at that point for help.

Upon visits she would beg to to kill her or help her die. Being the coward I was I told her I did not want to go to jail for the rest of my life and I encouraged her to move out of her house and into assisted living (she had a Long Term Care policy).

This video starts after her death at the END of the six month saga in VA after I fell down 12 stairs, knocked myself out for 12 hours, and woke up on the floor of my mother's basement with a broken neck. I think her poltergist came back and wanted me to experience what the last three years of her life was like. I have no memory of how I fell down the stairs on my way to bed upstairs.