#77… I had Their Respect???

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Yea, this journey is coming to an end and I find it remarkable how the brain adapts to reality, when the world you created wasn’t exactly a bed of roses…

Freda had 7 children, the oldest was my half brother and he was 3 years ahead of me… then came 5 more, the youngest… 3 months older than my 2nd born… and family, was an illusion…

I didn’t let Freda’s road blocks stop me from getting answers… But I kept my distance and going to Italy and Japan… worked out well for that purpose… Then living on the west coast and not making it anywhere near the Mississippi river, kept that distance in check…

By the time Homer and I married in 94… I hadn’t seen my family in 11 years and it would be a couple more years, before we made the trip… and that is a hilarious story in it’s self… Class C rv and drinking… Yea… bunk beds catastrophe… Just saying…

We visited in 96 and I felt okay, but by the time we got back to Washington… I wanted off the drugs the Air Force and VA had me on… read earlier blog…

When I quit the meds… I made an effort to stay in touch with the family, not letting them know…

I was remembering…

By the time 2003 rolled around I knew Don was dying… Homer was ill and no longer able to work, so we moved to be near Don and that’s when the eye opening behavior… Well lets say, read the quick story I wrote… It’s true, no one knew I was related…

During that time I was cornered by both parents and asked to be executor and I said no way in hell was I getting involved with your estate with my siblings… (Recent memory recall)…

By the time Don was dying, he conveyed to his baby brother how proud of me he was…

Okay… not impressed… I don’t need his acknowledgement… Then before we left the area for good… Freda asked me to be in charge and I passed…

I got the satisfaction of knowing… I didn’t need their praise or acknowledgement…

I stood on my own, like I always did and I stood up to the abuse… Then I get drawn into the estate mess and throw one big ass wrench in that mess and you know what…

I am not done…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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