Holidays always bring us together and some of us… Prefer the quite of home and then you have 3 puppies and there went that idea…

On Japan, Johnson AFB housing… (Air Force Base) I knew a girl named Robin Ackley… We were in high school together and to be honest with you…

I have zero memory of her and I was 15 at the time, so what happened.???

Thanks to everything that has gone on since my mother’s death last year… A lot more memory has come to be more understandable…

Remember, neurology says I make memories different from you…

With the chronic fatigue gone, the non stop fog gone and actually getting some sleep at night, as long as I leave the water alone… The next thing to start melting away???

PTSD and is that even possible, when you lived all your life with it???

Thinking about Robin, got me to thinking about Japan and when the stroke hit, because of another beating, because I pissed off the queen of the damn…

When Don beat me, I knew… I knew I still remembered…. everything… I remembered every abuse… but that beating didn’t know I had a fragile vessel in my brain ready to bleed at any cause and being jerked around like a rag doll as the belt hits the body… Yea, football players got nothing on what my brain endured!!!

When that stroke took my memories, it took the past… not the present, not the future memories… The stroke took my past… but not fully in 1968…

Robin’s dad was in the service and her parents were friends with my parents, that’s how we came to meet and we hit it off, from what she told me…

I don’t remember…

She reached out to me on Face book back in 2010, there abouts and she told me some things that happened when she was around, when Freda would try and lay into me…

Keep in mind I have a sister 2 years younger, just as capable of babysitting or anything else… This was all about control of me, to keep me from letting people know what really went on…

Robin passed away a few years ago… and to this day, I don’t remember her or any of the events she recounted… Why???

By the time we left Japan and got sent to Okinawa… One more blow to my head would cement my amnesia for 57 years and counting…

I remember….

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