InsaneJournal

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Entry tags:	death, genealogy, law enforcement, police, probate

Hunting down the dead
For the past two weeks I have been working on a genealogy project focused on my husband's side of the family.

In the process of hunting for his grandparents we found that his biological father had died in 2004. We sent out for the death certificate and placed calls to find where he was buried, and the death certificate arrived from L.A. County today.

We are going to visit the gravesite tommrrow, and will start searching fro probate records next week.... the story has become weirder and weirder the deeper we dig.

My husband's father, you see, was a police officer who ended up as the lead investigator in the Hollywood Division bust in 1983, in Los Angeles. The nature of the case and the fact that a whole shift of a whole division of the LAPD was arrested at roll call meant that he had to enter the witness security program, commonly known as the witness protection program.

Since he is dead, we can talk about it..... finally. My husband was robbed of 25 years with his father, whom he was very close to before dad went underground. No one told him that his father had died. No one bothered to look for him.

The next course of action is to dig up the probate to see if there was a will and whether or not his wishes were followed.

As far as genealogy we have his paternal grandmother's side back to the Kennedys in Ireland, his father's side is however a bit more complicated. It seems that he might be Portuguese.

That's all for now, still dealing with the creeping crud i've had for a month.

The pissed off coyote picture is for the assholes who buried my husband's father and didn't try to contact him, and for his supposed widow whom we know nothing about and I cannot find anything on. GRRR!!!!