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Gag order
I title this post “gag order”, not that there has been such, but how I feel when approaching my blog and social media these days. There is so much I want to write about, and the horrors I’ve found as PR of my mom’s Estate, and continue to uncover and try to make sense of. But the reality is, some poor paralegal has likely been tasked with monitoring this space simply to find any word, any sentence that can be twisted and used as an exhibit for, in my personal opinion and belief under the First Amendment, a Bad Faith Will Contest.
A gag order (also known as a gagging order or suppression order) is an order, typically a legal order by a court or government, restricting information or comment from being made public or passed on to any unauthorized third party. The phrase may sometimes be used of a private order by an employer or other institution.
Uses of gag orders include keeping trade secrets of a company, protecting the integrity of ongoing police or military operations, and protecting the privacy of victims or minors. Conversely, as their downside, they may be abused as a useful tool for those of financial means to intimidate witnesses and prevent release of information, using the legal system rather than other methods of intimidation. Strategic lawsuit against public participation (SLAPP) orders may potentially be abused in this way.[1][2]
Gag orders are sometimes used in an attempt to assure a fair trial by preventing prejudicial pre-trial publicity, although their use for this purpose is controversial since they are a potentially unconstitutional prior restraint that can lead to the press’s using less reliable sources such as off-the-record statements and second- or third-hand accounts.[3]
In a similar manner, a “gag law” may limit freedom of the press, by instituting censorship or restricting access to information.[4]
I suppose, what I can safely share is things already on the docket, of which I’d refer you to the docket. But I’ll share this verbatim from my ResponceToPetitionOfPRRemoval.pdf filing:
…I continue to cooperate regarding multiple concerns with law enforcement….
As both the Personal Representative of the Estate, and the son of a deceased mother, my personal sentiment is that I hope you see justice mom and that the matters spanning 2017 to December 2024 are fully investigated. You deserve that much after, what I believe, happened to you.
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Kimberly R. (Fisher) Mooney
Kimberly R. Mooney, 59, of Logansport, embraced eternal peace on Thursday, December 26, 2024, at Wellbrooke of Kokomo, joining her beloved husband of 14 years, Michael Mooney, who preceded her in death just weeks before on November 8, 2024. Born May 17, 1965, to Robert and Elizabeth (Lank) Fisher, Kimberly’s journey was marked by an unwavering spirit and boundless compassion that touched countless lives.
A 1983 graduate of Frankfort High School, Kimberly forged her path as a successful entrepreneur and property manager, demonstrating both business acumen and leadership in her professional life. Yet it was her personal pursuits that truly revealed the depth of her character. She found joy in life’s simple pleasures – tending to her gardens, lifting her voice in song, losing herself in the pages of a good book, and embracing the serenity of nature among her beloved flowers.
Kimberly’s greatest legacy lies in the magnitude of her heart. Throughout her life, she opened her home and heart to many children through adoption, giving them the gift of family and unconditional love. Her compassion extended to animals as well, as she provided sanctuary to numerous rescued pets over the years. Even in the face of illness, Kimberly remained true to herself, approaching life with fierce determination and unwavering authenticity, always dancing to the rhythm of her own unique melody.
She leaves behind a tapestry of love woven through her surviving family: her children, Ross Fisher of Peru, Keva Mooney of Logansport, and Jade Mooney of Logansport; her stepchildren, Daniel Mooney, Bayli (Carter) Llewellyn, and Brandy (Emily) Komos; her half-sister, Patty Parker; and her beloved grandchildren, Lola Fisher, Amelia Llewellyn, Judah Llewellyn, and Nora Komos. She was preceded in death by her husband, Michael Mooney, her parents, and a brother.
Kimberly’s spirit lives on in the hearts of those who knew her, in every flower that blooms in her garden, and in the countless lives she touched with her generosity and love. Her legacy reminds us that life’s greatest purpose lies not in the length of our days, but in the depth of our impact on others.
I wish you were here mom, I miss you.
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And I have to say goodbye for now
As much as it saddens me to be forced to stop writing, I’m afraid that I’ll need to cease all online participation of social media and other online avenues at this time.
Take care
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Open letter to my mom
This was unpublished and in my drafts from December 5th, 2024
Hey Mom,
Sorry things flew off the rails last night, it’s been an impossible situation for quite some time now. What do you do when your mom’s doctor calls you and scares the heck out of you? Hopefully you can save and read this if someday you come back into your full self again. I’m hoping you beat this and do.
I just wanted to clear the air and put the past behind me. I do find myself incredibly hurt though, and it’s going to take time to work through that.
I never agreed or promised to leave Kasey, quit my job and move into your bedroom though and I’m not sure where that is coming from. What I’ve said this time around since you’ve been in the hospital is that I would consider it if you got in-home help, or went to rehab for a bit. I can’t do it alone and it didn’t work the two other times both Kasey and I moved there, how are things any different this time?
It’s been 9 times now and when the doctor says there won’t be a next time… I’m sorry but I can’t sweep it under the rug and pretend everything is happy and good, not when there’s a very real possibility of another funeral by Christmas.
And I know it makes you angry if people in your life don’t smile and pretend everything is okay, I get it, it’s scary. I’ve had night terrors for years knowing I’ll die someday but I can’t be anything but who I am, and that person is soft, and loving, and sensitive – I’m someone who cares about his mom and it’s you’re about the only family left, wouldn’t you be scared? Weren’t you scared of losing Betty and Kenny?
But I can’t seem to do anything but make things worse, so I’ve excused myself for my own well-being right now as I’m not okay, and I don’t have the person I usually call when the world isn’t right as she is no longer there right now.
My dad said that his mom and dad were very mean, and it was very confusing for years before they passed away, it’s been helpful talking to him through this. It’s hard not to take the nasty and mean things you keep saying to me to heart when I’ve done nothing wrong and have been very open, honest, and the most helpful that I could be.
I think you’d be proud of me though, and maybe you will be someday as I’ve had no other motive or plan than to just make sure you are healthy and happy. I’m sorry mom, but I can’t and won’t jeopardize my life, my career, and relationship and destroy myself to just keep doing the same things over and over and over again that leads to you just being back in ICU. Mike didn’t know when to step away and I can’t end up like him in the yard.
Things would be different and I would consider moving back home if there was any real meaningful change and listened to even just a little bit of what your doctors are telling you.
I really do hope, and pray that you recover and some day I can talk to my mom again. What I do know for certain, is that I tried everything that I could do and went further, and with more effort than I would have for anyone.
For that, I hope you know that I love you mom, forever, and for all time.
Ross
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Irony
I hope you’re laughing at the mess you left us, mom.
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And I’m back, kinda
Considering my blog may get subpoena’d anyway, and the fact that nothing here is other than what I believe to be true at the time written, I’ve decided to bring it back as it was.
I’ll continue writing, but privately and one day when this is all over, I’ll publish it all here.
Maybe it’ll help someone going through the same thing in the future and I get to keep writing in the meantime, win/win.
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I wish I didn’t have to write this
Edit: I later found out that the person written about here ended up being a good friend and ally of the family, thank you for saving my mom’s life, and sorry for the suspicion and apprehension we treated you with.
I wish I didn’t have to write this, but I need to express the emotional weight of a situation that has added enormous stress during an already painful time.
There is a person who became involved in my mother’s care after she became gravely ill, as best I can recall. Earlier today, based on a call I had with my great aunt, it’s my understanding that during a recent hospital visit, this individual’s presence did not feel supportive or calming—especially given the hospital’s restrictions and the seriousness of my mother’s condition.
From what I’ve gathered through conversations with the hospital staff, I’m under the impression that this person’s behavior may have disrupted what my mother needs most right now: peace, comfort, and clear communication with her family. I find myself unsure why someone outside our immediate family would engage in actions that, to me, appear to create distance between my mother and her closest relatives, especially at a time when we need each other’s understanding and compassion.
In my personal view, this individual’s manner has felt manipulative, and interactions have not seemed constructive. I have perceived behaviors that, from my perspective, make it harder to trust their intentions. As a result, I feel that my mother has become more isolated from her children during a time when we should be united around her.
One specific event I can recount occurred during my last visit I may ever have with my mother: while this individual was on speakerphone, I heard them suggest that my mother ask me to leave. Experiencing that firsthand was painful and intensified my concerns about their influence.
My family’s only priority is my mother’s dignity, care, and comfort in her final days. I sincerely hope everyone involved will approach this situation with empathy and respect.
Although there’s much more I could say, this individual has threatened legal action, claiming my words might constitute “slander.” While this isn’t my main focus at such a distressing time, it has made me cautious about how I share my feelings. That added pressure weighs on me during a period already defined by loss and heartache.
To those who have offered their love and kindness, thank you. Your support provides a measure of comfort when it’s needed most.
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Open letter to family and friends
I’ve been using my blog and social media as a space to share my raw emotions and personal challenges, giving myself permission to be honest, vulnerable, and unpolished. It’s about recognizing the power of perspective, even when confronting the most painful parts of life.
To those who’ve joined recently and might not know the full context—my family has been facing deep struggles since June—I realize some of my recent posts may have seemed harsh. In context, my little sister woke up to find her father in the lawn just a few weeks ago after a suicide, and the doctors told me last week my mother may not make it past Christmas.
It’s a hell of a thing that I don’t know how anyone would approach or process, and then you sprinkle in my mother’s confusion and paranoia, which often leads to her lashing out at those closest to her and it’s been an impossible situation for half a year now.
There’s a wide range of perspectives from a wide range of people, but one thing is an absolute fact; the police, EMTs, hospitals all know us by name and know it’s time for mom to re-visit the ICU when they start receiving panicked calls and weird accusations from mom, as she is back, again, for the 10th time now.
I pray that she will listen to her doctors and actually go to rehab this time, like all of us kids, and Mike tried repeatedly so she has a shot at recovery and we finally break this loop, as it’s very obviously not working.
I miss my mom.