||November 15th, 2016 Tuesday|| When I got home from lab, my wife came home shortly after that with a bag of eleven months worth of mail that he handed over to her this morning, or at least that's as far back as it goes according to the earliest date we found on any of them. This included credit card info, though some of these were missing as there were only seven of these. Five of those were opened. A ton of junk mail, some of which was opened. An obvious birthday card, unopened. Her letter confirming she closed her bank account, opened. Car insurance stuff, some opened. Tax information, unopened. (Though is likely the cause of that tax fiasco at the beginning of the year...) Letter about a part in her car being recalled and it being unsafe to have a passenger in the front seat, opened. This one is of note since it's dated for July, they opened it and held on to it, and didn't informed her about this recall (but didn't give her the letter) until months later. Strangely missing: the confirmation that went to that address about the address change. That was clearly the reason he came up there this morning and yet the letter about that was not in the pile. Apparently, he wanted to keep that for some reason. She contacted the district manager about the situation. His response was to tell him to stop coming up there, and if he shows up again to tell him he has to leave or the cops will be called. If he does not leave, call the cops. I looked back over the dates on which I knew one of them contacted her at some point. What do you know, one of those dates lines up pretty closely with when they would have received and read over her closing her bank account. As for the amount of time between the last contact and this current incident, eleven days. The last time was twelve days. He made no pretense of starting a conversation this morning. As she noted, he said nothing about her new haircut or anything casual. Just straight to asking questions and making demands, at a time the store wasn't even open, and trying to get her to leave the building. I find it quite ironic he can't figure out why his mid-twenties granddaughter doesn't want to talk to him when he just went up there with a stack of her mail that he clearly opened a chunk of. Gee, I wonder.