
"He's cleaned me out."
Those four words uttered by my elderly father during our weekly visit, started a chain of events that would dominate my life for the next year and a half.
Given that Dad was in the early stages of dementia at the time, I wasn't sure whether he was referring to events that had occurred many years ago, or if it was more recent. What I was certain of, though, was who and what it was about.
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My brother Michael*, a serial 'entrepreneur', spent most of his adult life burning through my parents' money.
Their multiple investment properties and bank accounts.
They had arrived in Australia as migrants and worked in factories for almost 60 years. No holidays or restaurants, just saving it all to secure their and their two children's futures.
By then, all the investment houses were gone, leaving only the dilapidated home they lived in. Michael had managed to squander it all, on business ideas or the high life, buying designer clothing, sports cars and dining out. He firmly believed in the old saying, "fake it 'til you make it" — but needless to say, it doesn't always turn out that way.