As Posted to Facebook.

Jim Berladyn, the man of class.
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I witnessed you laugh at mom and dad for years that this house was going to foreclose. It was so funny to you. I don’t understand that. You openly stated this over and over from sometime between 1994 until 2004 when dad left. Over time you said it less and less, but your opinion and the nature of your ridiculing laugh never changed. Yet on the other hand you laughed at me when I did a lot of work here that I was told I’d be compensated for in the mid 1990’s. You have no idea what my intentions were with all of that.
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You’d laugh at me for holding my head up cutting this grass doing what I could do to help while I tried to wait for my own position to get better. Sure I looked like a dork I bet. Head high, taking pride in cutting the lawn. I don’t know if you cut it twice, but unlike Mike, I did each time. Two different directions, then I’d alternate the next cut. Mike would intentionally leave misses, long strips of grass just to be an ass. You laughed at me for that. For taking pride in cutting the grass.
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You were too cool for school. I remember one day you pulled up and it started to hit me. You guys were going get yourselves all set up while I hung back and did the work. Then in time, once you were established you’d crawl back and become “good boys”. That made me want to quit and go, but then I realized that if I did that my mother and father lost out. And it wouldn’t even be here. Funny mom’s friend said the same thing to me in 2008. If I didn’t do what I did, there would be nothing for you to have fought over.
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You laughed at mom and dad. Yet, at the same time you would brag about coming home for a free weekly meal. You took every advantage that you could while enjoying hurting everyone else. One day you came home with a mission. I knew you were up to something, I was cutting the grass and I stopped and went directly inside. There were you were Jim, all spread legged and proud in the kitchen with mom. You proudly claimed the house was 25% yours, rubbing it in my face. Yet you have “class”.
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Yes, through the years mentioned you claimed it was going to be a sad day full of tears for mom when this house was lost. It was going to be all over but the crying and you enjoyed saying that. I speak the truth Jim you know that. I had to carry those thoughts with me when I went off to work in a very hard job. You enjoyed it.
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You ran from a sinking ship and when your younger brother tried bailing and bailing you came back and grabbed the wheel. No one gets more than you right? You’ve had mom so wrapped around your finger she’d hide food I bought and feed you. I know you’ve been proud of that, but do you know how disgusting that is?
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What did you say in 2001? Oh yeah, it would never work with mom and I. She’ll get too old and her hips will go. She won’t be able to make it up the stairs, it’s not worth it. I remember that now.
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I remember hearing your words one day, the house should be gone and that way no one gets it. If you never cared about it, what does it matter? It was important to dad, to mom and to me. The rest of you abandoned it. You all smirked, rubbed your hands and laughed at me. Dad had a rule, if you leave you do not come back. Yet you all did by sticking your noses in it for gain.