I started off with this title because it defines the feelings my father and I lived and continue to live but now the title should be 1 Black Sheep and 1 doggo. August 8th 2020 I lost my father due to a Massive Heart Attack. I found him lying facedown on the bathroom floor having to spring myself into gear while calling and doing everything i could until the team of medix came inside our house to relieve me and try understanding what, why, how and so on that my best friend and in many ways my only true friend and the only person I love unconditionally was lying dead in front of me. My father and I from my young age of 12 only had each other. My mother who is still alive and since the next day of him being gone text messaged me, “Thinking of you.” Explaining the years of abandonment she set forth in doing right after I graduated and high school and didn’t want anything todo with my father and I. Jumping forward to where I am now at the age of 35 and this happening at 33 where life was actually going really great for my father and I. Living in Seaside, Oregon with him living in the front house and I in the back house we had built for my grandfather who passed 2 years prior to my pops passing. But I have always lived near my father as I’m trying to explain how close we were. In this family and don’t speak with anyone, especially now I am the youngest of 3 brothers and 1 sister. Which is all twisted being everyone is half siblings. Not one of them would call and say hi to us nor when it was birthdays or holidays anyone reaching out. “Family “to me and pops stopped along time ago. And I promise you we are both really great people with the community and people we know only having good things to say about us. I started writing my book and still have sometime left but when it’s done it will explain everything that this little message is trying to relate and share with whoever reads it. So life was great until August 8th 2020, not even 24 hours after he took his last breath my family was already talking with lawyers about putting the house I lived in since I was 12 years old up for sale. I mean my siblings live all around from Utah to California to here in Oregon and everyone had plans without me knowing anything to come up and take everything out of the house and I mean everything. To then being on board with cleaning up the house to get it ready to sell but I wasn’t doing everything fast enough for them and them saying I’m living rent free and having a lawyer send me a EVICTION NOTICE stating I am supposed tobe out by Christmas Day 12-25-2020 . My father passing away in August 2020. Yea my “family ” is absolutely disgusting. Here I am writing this in tears. So I get evicted from my house, to then have my car get taken from me because he helped cosign, my inheritance somehow I only received 1/2 of what everyone else got and to stop this here. I couldn’t hire a lawyer, somehow the lawyer who was there for us all sent me a letter saying I wasn’t able to contact her for anything professional advice related because my family did everything in there power knowing now if I had professional legal advice I could’ve fought and had everything but honestly from that day tell now I’ve been in a major depression that as of now It’s extremely hard for me to say but I have lost everything. I have been flat broke for a year and have lived in my buddies garage. No joke. A garage that for w year have been trying to empty and make into the room and when I first started could barely open the door to get in and lived in a spot smaller then a jail cell to renting the biggest uhaul and filling it up with a dump run 2 times. I am so low right now and why I even searched for something like this is because I absolutely need help. I’m not one to want to just except money without something I can do to give back so if there’s a possibility where I can pay back please let me know. I also am writing this book so that people can read it and hopefully I can share the power to keep moving forward because there’s good still awaiting me and suicide isn’t the way out. I can’t tell you how many times the thought has came to me but I believe in God and the path he is telling me Togo and do. My father is and was always there for me, advice to just fatherly love and support, unconditionally without fail. I need help so I can make him happy and to show people they can hold on and be strong also and if it’s time to ask for help we’ll go and ask because there’s good out there, just believe and strive forward. I love you’ll for taking the time to read this and help me out. I hope you’ll in the future see I have finished my book and read it. God bless you.