I get the biggest kick out of my neighbor… She is African American, RN who works for the VA as a nurse to patients that are home bound and she is 2 years older than my oldest boy… and she still has kids at home… Impressive young lady…

I imagine by now she thinks I am a little eccentric and that’s okay with me…

Being or acting like anyone but myself, well, that’s just not right and I don’t plan to accomodate any other lifestyle but my own..

Because of all the flooding… Our back half acre, still has a spongey feel to it and my RN’s yard, hers got flooded, because our builder hasn’t graded and dug a new ditch for drainage…

The kid is single and a busy hard working mom, so we offered to take our riding mower back as far as we could, to knock down the swamp that was growing… She was thrilled and touched at our offer… and we always get to talking something, military, marriage, kids…

So I said… One of these days, I will tell you my blog address, so you can see what I have lived and as we were parting she turned and said…

We all have a story…. and we all do…

Some have chronic illness’s that changed their lives forever… Some are broke and struggling to make ends meet and some are fighting to have some kind of health care… so they can be here for their grandchildren…

We all have stories and I forget that sometimes when I am working on this book…

I always thought what my mother pulled was a one off… You know one in a million… But after watching Trump for the last 40 years… No, my mother was just like Trump and the only thing that matter’s to either…

Themselves… and that you can bank on…

I quit checking the court to see what the judge is going to do… I shut my office down before noon and don’t turn my equipment on till the next day… I am moving on…

Freda and Don both knew, not to mess with me… why??? Because I held his military career in my hands at the age of 13 and I never took my hands away… They did all they could to keep me at bay and when end of life was drawing near, I was asked to be in charge, because, none of the rest could be trusted…

My parents may have worshipped a god and hoped they would see life after death… But when I died twice at their hands… They knew when death came knocking…

No was not going to work and they would be remembered for the people they were, not the people they saw themselves…

None of this would be going on, If I had accepted the job as executor from the get go…

I don’t give, to those who took so much… my children and grandchildren should learn that lesson now before it’s too late…

I remember…

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