Reclaim Randle!!!

Thank you for visiting our page. Before I begin, let me give you a little background.


This story begins in 2000. Our mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. The doctors immediately ordered a double mastectomy as the cancer was very aggressive. Chemotherapy and radiation quickly followed. During this, UW medicine suggested a fairly new procedure to give my mother her breasts back. They would construct new breasts from her stomach muscles and excess belly fat. A piece of mesh was inserted into her stomach to replace the lost muscles. This mesh would eventually become attached to her tissue or shift to one side. She had four operations to fix this, however the hernias continued. She would be in tremendous pain for the rest of her life. In 2003 the cancer went into remission, or so we thought. In 2007 it came back with a vengeance. Chemo and radiation were back as well. The cancer moved into her lymph nodes and bones. She fought back bravely, but she lost her fight in July of 2010. She passed, surrounded by loved ones, in her bed, in the dream home her husband built for her. Her last wish was to spend Christmas in the home Arnie was finishing. With the extraordinary help of some friends and family, her dream came true. We had her Christmas in her cabin. She was my best friend.


Our father, my stepfather actually, but I forget that sometimes, was a carpenter by trade. He was so much more. He fixed things, took care of problems, and gave free advice that I would pay a premium for now. He was wise. He taught me of love, life, respect. many of you knew him, he gave lots of you strange nicknames...it was kind of his thing. I can't begin to imagine how difficult it must have been for him to watch the love of his life is such pain. But he powered through for her, and for us. After two years of suffering her loss...Arnies pain was too great. He took his own life March 19th 2012.


Now throughout all of this, they welcomed many people into their home. Stranger quickly became friend, friend quickly became family (usually over a Busch Light or two). Campouts and campfires were a staple for years. Singing, dancing, and country music echoed in the valley. Many fun times were had, the majority by my mother dancing the night away!


So let me tell you why I invited you to this page.


I received a call in March of 2012. Panic set in. It was all I could do to get to my grandmas house to be with family. Arnie had just passed. After catching my breath, I made a few phone calls. One of those calls was to an old family friend. His son was the executor to Arnies estate. Some wonder why my brother or me weren't in that position, and some reasons are still debated to this day. The reason we were give was to eliminate any bias or bickering between me and my brother. Arnie had seen things like this go south before. Hindsight is 20/20.



The morning after Arnie passed, I sat at his kitchen table in Randle with my wife, uncle, sister, brother in law, and Arnies best friend. The executor and his family showed up. After a few minutes of what I can only describe as business talk from them, we were told to leave.


As the next few weeks rolled on we tried to continue without involving the courts. We were never allowed on the property again. Never able to retrieve our family keepsakes, pictures, or clothing, not to mention our personal belongings. Our parents stored everything from our childhood, first shoes, baby books, baseball cards, you name it.


I'm sure many of you know the struggles of the court system, attorneys, and legal paperwork. We have battled for two years to have the family belongings returned to us to no avail. The executor has constantly and consistently ignored our formal requests and subpoenas. The only information we have pryed out of them was the sale of the estate to the executors father. Every item on the property including three vehicles, a boat, tools, and firearms was sold for $3,000. A settlement my mother received from a class action lawsuit from her botched operation of $12,000 has not been accounted for.


As a result of all of this, the executor is not the only one profiting. We are now in debt to our attorney for $13,000. I have set our donation goal to $20,000 because our attorney tells us that is what it would take to go to trial. We all believe that if it does go to trial, we can reclaim what is rightfully ours!


So with all that being said, if you have any questions, please feel free to contact me through a private message on Facebook.


Thank you for taking the time to read this and please consider donating, this is a last resort for us.


Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!! We can get this done together!!!


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