Family Love, My Sister's, Birth, Death, Love, Forgiveness

Hello Dear Guests,

Yes, time here in the Eastern U.S., is still way in the wee hours at this time. As in 0310. This is the time of night when relations are torn apart, when people say good bye. Now is the time of night when our Elders pass over. Alone in the Nursing Home/Center/Hospice, because family don't have time for that shit. No. Not no more, Hun. Not for Mom. Or Daddy. Our Aunts, Uncles, all must be attended to by others. It seems. My/our dearest Brothers, or Sisters. Rarely, of so barely rarely does the Family Honor The Elder at home. In the place where Dad lived, and was as comfortable as possible. Family there to aid him, family beside or with him 24 hours per day. I wish to acknowledge my dear sweet Baby Sister Linda and my Brother-In-Law Bill. It was because of them and their sacrifices for our Daddy while he stayed in a place he loved, and Linda, for keeping Our Dad under Dad's roof. So very important.

How Dad said Hello to the other side in front of his children, while just hours or even minutes before Dad was speaking and loving and so worried about the Job, Leading our Family's Still.

I know my Daddy, rests well in heaven. I believe in my hearts chambers that Dad is in Heaven with Mom, All of my Grand Mothers, All of my Grand Fathers. Them I met, when I was too young to remember, I say thank you for all of your love. To my Grand Pa's Great Grand Pa, for fighting in the Civil War. For all of my Elders who fought and engaged the enemy while in the U.S. Military. I see my Great Grand Parents clear as a summer day here in the South. My Great Grand Mother born in Key West before the bridge. We were Southern by birth you see. We're all of mixed blood, some of us more mixed than my Kin Folk before me. When my Ma and Pa met back in 1957, little did they know by mixing the family blood this much more, we were going to have some very true Mixed Blood people. I share that within my Ma's and Pa's Crew, I had only one sister with true Blond hair. Three of us had the extremely curly dark hair, and three with the light brown/dirty blond hair. I call my blond Sis, Face, in honor of our Baby Brother David, who passed over back in 2001. I swear, it feels like yester-year to me. My Our Little Brother couldn't pronounce her name, so he called her Face, and Face is one of my four baby sister's, all baby's because they're all younger than me. All, my Baby Sister's, and Good Jesus, how I love you all. Oh yes, by the way, I am known as a Mixed Blooded One in the U.S. Census. True story. I mean, for Shits Sake, I am a Mixed Blooded person, from where I sit, my energy tells me that our blood line is to become richer and mixed much, much more. I am pleased. My youngest of Sister married a Polish Jew, many years ago, then not but ten or so years ago, She My Baby Sister, began to birth children later in life, and due to this, I have two beautiful wonderful nephews. I love them with all my heart. Such good little Mixed Blooded Jewish Boys. Oy!

I am proud of my eldest daughter. I am aware, and see too, as a fellow Child of The Fall, she moves along at God's Pace, not ours. I love my Eldest Child, she lives in a land very far away, I am unable to touch my child, or give her a Fathers Hug, but I wait. Like a good father would. I have accepted the hands of the fellow who wishes to wed my daughter. I wait. I always miss both of my children. Honorable Daughter Number One and Honorable Daughter Number Two. My babies my sweet dear Pretty, Pretty Princesses, Pass the stories on to your children. Please, as the Mother of your Children, you will feel this in your chest when the time is right. I love you both more than I can say. This is my business, you see, once upon a time, my daughters were actually "roomie's" of mine and their mama's for many years. They're good strong willed Women! Both passionate about life and are World Traveler's. I mean, they've been to Las Vegas and beyond! Bloody Hell!!

Any way's, I must go. Be sweet darling's, I love you all!

Ciao Bella!

P.S. Dad, yes Sir., I forgive you! I love you Dad and I miss you so very much. My Father, thank you for your lessons. Thank you for being the Father of Seven Children. I don't know how you and Ma made it, but as a 54 year old fart machine, I thank you first of all, and I love you!!