I'm definatly going to miss it here. I love Crystal and Tazzie so much. I'm so happy that I was able to help out her family. I wish that there was more that I could do. Sadly, thier isn't. No matter what we/they try to do, her father is going to Drink with medications he's not suppose to, Smoke with oxygen on and other bad things that he doesn't need. I wish her family to soon heal. I know first hand how hard all this is on them. I wish her father would accept help and do as the Drs tell him to. I doubt that will happen, tho. He's always saying "It was mine and your mother's dream to die in this house, hers came true, mine has not, yet." That is a scary thing for anyone to hear, especially from your own parent.
My experiences here have made me realize how blessed I am that the only "real" issue me and my father have with eachother is our differing religions. He has chosen Christianity and it works for him. I have chosen a more Pagan path and that works for me. I'm ok with his decisions and his path, yet he and my family are not that tolerable of mine. They are doing better, I just hope and pray it doesn't tear us apart. I am trying very hard to ensure that that does not happen.
On to a different subject... I was requested today by someone (I'm not going to name you) to remove an excerpt from my Journal. The entry in question is January 19, 2004. I wont remove my entry. But I will say this... I did not name your name then, and I havn't named it now. The people who read that will never know who you are, unless they were apart of that meeting. Because of all the Negativity surrounding the central arkansas community, I have distanced myself from it. Please, be realistic here, it is my Journal and my thoughts and my own feelings. My own personal opinions. I never made a claim of being perfect. I wont allow myself to be censored. I know that you will understand. Thankyou!
G'day all and I hope the weather is warm and sunny for you!
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
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