The lawyer that worked for my mother invited her to a Bluegrass Festival that was being held on the lawyers property. I remember mom being excited about it and inviting me to go, however, I vaguely have any memory of actually being there. The only thing I recall from going to this Bluegrass Festival in Ohio on the property of my mothers probate lawyer is; there was a stage way up front, and we walked toward it. I have around thirty seconds of memory from attending a Bluegrass Festival; obviously they drugged me during this event. This is the lawyer that did not pull the big red handle when it came to Grandmas Will and giving my cousin a farm and me a lamp. This was the lawyer that “helped” my mother when my grandma died.
