Easter Friday, Eve of my Father's Death and Start of a Court Battle

I'm concerned. Dad didn't leave a will. Not surprising. Now, 37 yrs afterward a "brother" who didn't care a lick about him shows up wanting the house that belonged more so to my mother. My mother scrimped and saved as a babysitter just to buy that house. All I can do is is to summon all the little strength and the little faith I hold and ask God to please please carry me through. You just don't know how I'm praying because I'm scared not to lose the money or the house but the principle of the matter. It's so tangled and so unfair to my mother. I lost Papi last yr and now I may lose my mom and I can't breathe. I can't think straight. I'm so worried. I wish I could run but then, I think my battles are so much smaller than everyone elses. I think, thankfulness. Oh such little faith. Thank you Lord, that I'm back in your arms embracing you and asking you earnestly to get me through this because I don't know how much I can take. All I know is that I have to face this with strength, dignity and calmness. All I want to do is concentrate on my family but this keeps coming back to haunt me. I'm thankful I came "back" but I have a lot of work to do to keep me strong and believing.