The Best Christmas Present I Gave Myself-Time with My Mom-Ramona Lea Le Pore


The photo shown here is of my mom back in March of this year. We had an awesome day with our friend Glenn at the Huntington Beach pier. It was as though everything went our way. It was the first time my mother and I had gone out on the town, so to speak, since my dad’s death, after having dementia, a severe heart condition and being totally bed ridden. My mother was a caregiver 4 times in a row, and helped me more than once in my life. The best of who I am I owe to her and I would pull a star out of the sky for her.

Now the only time I see her is when I see her in a photo in the Christmas cards I designed or in a cup I had made for her and I, showing the two of us on Thanksgiving.

I had once of the worst days today because my Brother in Law, Mike Bunker, who works at Fancy Stitchin in Moreno Valley, CA will not put a call through to my mother Ramona Le Pore. She will not tell me where she is and insists that I only see her for an hour visit with only him around.

I am just a nice disabled able minded lady who is doing her best to earn a living as a writer, photographer and marketing consultant. Provided I am not living with constant drama, as I have here for what seems like forever, I feel great.

I know all this will soon be over and  as the moving van pulls up and packs up my desk, tables, many books and the room I hate to leave the most, my kitchen, because dad desgined that for me when I was 24 years old. He built the tiles in there, and created a wooden shelf that has tea pots on it now.

Dad I wish you could see all this happening now and stop it. I think the kids thought you were the referee keeping the kids in line. We are NOT kids though. I am 51 years old and then you have varying ages all the way up to 63. Amazing how greedy money can make you. I didn’t want my parent’s money or house or anything, but my parents. I still cry when I see a happy photo of them together because now I don’t have either one.

Let tomorrow bring a much brighter day and a few unexpected miracles!


What do you do when a Power of Attorney runs wild and the person turns into a monster?

I want the best for my mother but I came first and he did not.

I also have only so much money to invest in paying lawyers to make this whole mess right.

After living in this duplex next to my folks for 12 years the power is going to be shut down on the property soon and the heat is already turned off. I have a space heater in my bedroom and of course light to write this and electricity and the music from my IPOD, thank God, since my brother stupidly unplugged my receiver on my stereo when he took out the cable box today!

There are times when you can look around and wonder where Christmas is. This is the only one where I have been looking and not finding. I helped a homeless family during the week before Christmas not be home less for a week at a Motel 3 and the kid that had tears in eyes-Christopher Traveno, put a smile on my face when I did it.

Money can do wonderful things. It can cure cancer if you pay the right researchers to find the cure. It can feed the home less, it can find new cures for epilepsy, which I have had since I was 9 years young.

I miss my mom and want to see her as something other than in a picture in the Christmas cards I designed this year. I pulled off a picture of her when she was 16 and so beautiful. There was a time we looked like twins in so many ways. She could light a beacon up like a beam up light.

Mike Bunker was throwing good food, $8 salmon I just bought mom in the garbage while my brother idly watched it all go by. We were raised in a poor house, but blessed what he had and were glad we were alive. We didn’t have a table with chairs but a pic nic bench that mom painted white in our first house on Perrin Drive. Later on, when dad made more money and he did great in sales selling major appliaances, a big maple table came in with big heavy wood chairs. I love the pic nic table we had and how I miss that table now and mom and now dad looking down on all of this non sense.

I am not sure where this story is going but it feels good to write and as the tears stream down my face.

How did my family turn so callous and full of hate and where did those values go to do this? I have come to realize that hatred, that festers inside my sister Brenda Bunker has been like disease that has messed up even my brother’s reasoning making him think this was right?

My dad’s mother we called “Nanny” lived with us then and cooked for us when my mom worked as a waitress. She made oatmeal and showed me how to cook at an early age and cooking was a passion my dad truly enjoyed-food and music and simple things like gardening were his pleasures. That is why it was so sad to see all the things he loved stripped from him at the end of his life, when all he could do was look up at a ceiling, not being able to move his arms from osteoarthritis.

I have one family member and now she is being held for ransom by the way I see it. Nobody should be able to do a power trip or turn out their aggressions by taking away the most valuable family member to me as of December 13th 2012….a few siblings that don’t choose their words wisely and don’t place their values in the right place do not count.

Make this right Lord, I know there is an Omnipotent Presence in this world and I know prayer is powerful but it seems I have been sending up smoke signals by the outcome I am getting here.

I hope to make a move and be out of here before the power goes out on my place and Mike Bunker the evil brother in law turns everything off here just because he can.

We need to change the laws concerning power of attorney because once given, the person can become the equivalent of HItler, as in the case of Mike Bunker.

I am the one suffering here and I shouldn’t be.

My mother and I were very close and always will be. I have two gifts I gave myself under my small tree but the gift I want most of all is A HUG FROM MY MOTHER RAMONA LEA.

If any of you know of a civil attorney who can knock some sense into my sister and brother in law Mike & Brenda Bunker, and make them remember what kindness and fairness is all about, please contact me:

Why is the house going to be sold? To pay for the $3000 in medical expenses for an assisted living place.

If you read this and you know of a way we save our house, for God’s sake speak up now!

I woke up to a realtor next door where mom used to be.

Sad part, my family doesn’t care if I am homeless and my mother wanted to will this property to me since I paid $85,000 into it over 12 years with rent.

As soon as word got out they whisked mom out to Moreno Valley and quickly deemed her incompetent! Sound fishy to you? Me too.

How about a “family meeting” at the Hyatt Regency Hotel on Mike Bunker’s Birthday, August 19th, 2012? Dad was dying in a hospital and he was using his debit card on this. What are the odds? I would say 98% good. All my hunches have been dead on right my whole life.

I call a spade a spade and there are people that are just nasty and rotten to the core and my brother in law is just that. I had a really nice sister before she married him.

I will be calling Atlas Van Lines to get a quote to start packing my stuff up. The party I envisioned is going down the tubes, and I just don’t feel any cheer but am hoping tomorrow feels more hopeful.

Why is it that some hold on to their values and what matters and others don’t?

Why can’t the rest realize that my mother has the right to go into her own house and pick things she loves the most to take where she is going? He talks about her as though she is dead and dumb, and that is EDLER ABUSE.

After I know mom is alright, I can rest easy and relax-Hear me Lord? Let me contact all the people necessary to allow me to see my mom when I want and allow her to come back into the house she rightly owns!

This is soooooooooooooooooo wrong!

Paulette Le Pore Motzko

December 13th, 2012

10:25 PM



6 thoughts on “The Best Christmas Present I Gave Myself-Time with My Mom-Ramona Lea Le Pore

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  2. I was able to see my mother Ramona Lea Le Pore, after long last yesterday. My friend Edward took me, along with his sweet girl friend Wendy. I filled his gas tank up in his truck and we left my place at 1:30 p.m. and turned into the Sub Way in Moreno Valley where Mike Bunker, the acting POA and POM on my mother’s affairs, brought her.

    It was wonderful to see her sweet smile and green eyes looking lovingly at me, and just to look at her and hold her hands. We have been best friends as well as mother and daughter all my life and I owe the best of who I am to her.

    I was able to exchange the Christmas gifts with her and give her the custom made journal with photos of us throughout the year on the front of it. She loved it and now she can write down things when she wants. (She used to write music and songs when I was a kid, and she was the one, along with my Nanny-my dad’s mother, who taught me how to play piano.) I then taught piano for 20 years, and did until my divorce when I moved to Garden Grove.)

    There wasn’t enough time to say all the things I wanted to in the 40 minutes I was given, but I am working on better visiting arrangements where I will not be bothered rudely by anyone.

    Persistence pays off.

    Enjoy your Christmas and holiday season with those who are dear to you around you. If you don’t have anyone near you, make some new friends or volunteer your time with one of your favorite non-profit organizations or offer to help in one of the many soup kitchens in your county.

    When you get your mind off yourself and take the best of who you are and let it shine outwardly, you will find that joy grows like a rose inside you.

    Paulette Le Pore Motzko
    December 20th, 2012
    1:24 a.m.

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