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But I know I can't. I am realistic about Life. But I think it is okay to wish.

Yesterday my oldest daughter got married. The legal part of it. The actual wedding is in two months.


I went to the cemetery in the morning and laid flowers on three graves. My Dad, my late husband and my late parents in law. I was asking myself why I was doing it. Of course I miss them and wish they were here. But more than that I am forever grateful for them being a part of my life.

I didn't mention her of her dad. I just wanted her to be happy. So it was a secret visit to the ones who passed.

I joined CS after my husband's passing. It was a difficult time. There are lots of people who have been kind to me here. I won't mention names. Though we don't talk often on blogs, I am forever grateful to all the wonderful people. You helped me to move on.

Welela, Wallops, KN, Sands. Even Ian who are not in CS any longer. Thank you for your kindness and understanding. I hope all of you are keeping healthy and happy.

Of course there was a troll or two I got to know. Somehow you came to my mind RC. Funny, I feel you will read this.

Life goes on. People come in to our lives for reasons, seasons and life times. Even death does not seem to part the one I once loved, married and had children with. I think it is natural to think of him and feel his absence on days like these.



Wish he was there standing by my side.

My fiance and I are planning to celebrate Christmas abroad. but I am not sure he would enjoy it because he was an atheist. and this will be my first experience of parting with my parents at Christmas time. we usually celebrate with another family and my fiance does not ever want to join. I believe in the end it will be like a regular holiday... uuuffff.

I love browsing in second hand book shops. I bought a book about magic and was leafing through it one night when I inadvertently evoked a demon from the underworld. It said it had come to carry out my bidding, but I couldn't think of anything for it to do. Actually, there are lots of little things that I would like doing, but, apparently, tidying up and going over my place with a duster lack the necessary element of evil that the demon requires of any task it is asked to perform. I told the demon I would give the matter some consideration and let it know if I thought of anything suitable for it to do. In the meantime, the demon asked where it might reside while waiting to be told my bidding. It has to be somewhere very hot, so I agreed to let it temporarily possess my central heating boiler. I really am going to have to think of an evil task for the demon to perform so that it will return to the underworld. It's nothing personal, it's just that it's playing havoc with my thermostat settings; it's like a furnace in here now.

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Today's classified Lecture.
$ponsor .} Beth tsur. house of rock.

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.1051...Beth Rapha ....... . . .. house of a GIANT.
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..part 2 . } .get your No. 2 pencil.
..now read this | Isa. 13:3 ..the original transfer.
I give Command & I bring them: Giants are coming
.to fulfill my wrath. Rejoicing & at the same time insulting.
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Actual at any time..
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The statue got me high. ) They might be Giants
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Super Position. ) Young the giant.
Sin Tax. ) Hidden history of human race ) blood Incantation.
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40 years ago i was 9 years old, a young lad full of life, but from the age of 9 I saw my mum and dad fight quite often over a period of 10 years. Those fights were because my dad was having affairs and when mum would confront him he would beat her, and on one occasion I watched him floor her and kick her in the stomach breaking 3 of her ribs.

Those visions have stayed with me but I tried to bury them,and though I had. One women in particular that my dad had an affair with for 10 years, he ended up marrying. This women would call our house 3 times a day for 7 years, we changed our number but she always found it. She even spoke to me one day and said she was my dads wife, I was 10. She even told my mum she was having his baby. My mum stuck it out until the last son left home, me, at 21. She then threw dad out and after 2 years he married this evil woman who made my childhood hell, as well as my mums.

My dad told me he was leaving, I looked at him and said good, that was in 1981..I never saw him again. He died of cancer and on his last dieing day he called out my name many times, but I was no wear to be seen.

From what I hear from my brothers his 2nd wife wanted him stuffed because she could not bare to be without him, yes a nutty women. My dad died in 1995 and that was a relief for me and it was time to forget. My mum had endured hell, yet she never complained, she was the best mother anyone could wish for. She died of cancer 5 years ago, and i remember vividly one day walking into her house, she was staring out the window, knowing she had weeks to live, she was looking back at her life, as she turned to met I knew what was going through her mind.

I will never forgive my dad or that women for why they put us through.

This morning i had a friend request on Facebook from someone called Paul Shamu.so i was curious and accepted...iI was in shock when I saw who it was..it was this women who had made my life a misery...she had remarried but she had posted photos of my dad and her on holiday in the 80's..when he was still with mum..perosnal photos of my dads brothers.. so many things.

I could not believe my eyes..and why was she doing this..40 yrs later...I used Facebook to vent what had been boiling all those years on her FB page..she denied everything..her response was..it takes two.

What and why did she do this, she was not content in making my life a misery in my youth..to now rub it in 40 years later...

should I forgive ?

Today my Indian ex-classmate says he misses me so much and ... he would divorce if i agreed to come to him...even we just had some talks and walks togetger sometimes when we studied together a year ago and some online conversations now and then. He has no issues with his current family! Why are many men unloyal? Willing to abandon his wife who has shared nearly 20 years of ups and downs to run after his own new feelings that who knows will subside quickly after being satisfied?

Feeling bad for him but suddenly feel sorry for me lol. Why most of married men like me not single ones? Whereas, i m not looking for NSA or FWB. So ironic.

My siblings and I have been 'orphans' since April of 2017, when my last parent made her exit from this life. Her pictures, words, mannerisms, efforts, and other elements of her existence often cross my mind. Even more so, is the fact that persons who knew her remind me that I look, speak/sound, act and think like a younger version of her. Unfortunately, that very similarity may have been the cause of our frequent 'head-butting' whilst she was here. All I can cherish now are the memories.

A part of showing love is cherishing those that you care about. They may be friends, family, pets, work colleagues, neighbours, etc. It is especially important, I think, to cherish those who give meaning to our life, even if indirectly so. A phone call, a small token/gesture, a kind note, a word of thanks, a smile, a hug, a wave....a little can go a long way.

Don't wait...let's cherish each other today.

I'm not going to elaborate what an unpleasant and irritating experience it is to be around pretentious people.

The worst part is that they think you believe their charade.

Well do you know how to say it without being too obnoxious that you know they are liars?

Note: I personally cut off those kinds of people. Avoid them like plague. No explanation or inviting a pose for apologies.

We're going to attend a wedding in Hawaii and it's a family thing. Now I heard from my cousin whose the bride's mother that this person whom I can't stand around me is also a god mother meaning we'll be in the same table, etc etc.

(She once asked my children why we've become cold with them but she clamped and said nothing, acted innocent and being polite). I'm actually thinking of either tell her about her lies or cancel my attendance, either one is a difficult decision.

What would you do?

Thanks all for your read or comments.

I've heard many stories from people who dealt with their Parents Alzheimer, some even as caretakers. Now I'm living my story of Dad and Alzeimers. Of course he is a changed man in so many ways, one of them being ironic with a touch of humor.

All my life I've known Dad to be a big quality meat eater. Mom not so much, she only wanted to eat a tiny piece of meat (for Dad's sake) she loved potatoes, greens and beans. Dad did not like what she liked.

It hurts to see my Father but it helps to know in his mind he is very content. He loves to sleep and he does.

The irony is this story is the hospital feeds him more greens and beans and he is loving it and won't eat his meat. For sixty years Mom wanted to cook greens and beans but didn't. I always took her some when I made them though.

The disease changed my Dad's eating habits and he doesn't even know it.

I was lucky to have parents that didn't divorce. Some of my friends did. When their parents remarried, they had a tough life growing up as 'the step-child', usually torn between accepting difficult terms for visitation, alienation from a distant biological parent and power struggles when the step-parent wasn't accepting them... on any terms.
Some carried the experience of being a step-child like a chip on their shoulder.

One guy who had an older sister and a younger brother was raised with both biological parents... no divorce. However, they were the meanest parents I knew of. He couldn't wait to get a job and move away from home. He became a successful musician, married and had 2 kids. While he was on the road (earning a living and sending money home) his wife has an affair that led to divorce. The experience literally caused a career change so he didn't repeat the same mistake.
Dysfunctional would be a good description of his home life growing up and he brought that into his marriage as well.

Looking back, those kids had it easy as some of my school mates were adopted. Some not knowing who their biological parents were. To grow up knowing you weren't accepted at birth is a hard road to travel. While things have changed with orphanages opening records and DNA testing, that doesn't change the past.

On a brighter note, I do recall one couple adopting a baby girl from Asia. The adoption requirements were strict. They had the funds and knowledge to do it right where their daughter although 'different' from her classmates was a shining star and accepted by everyone she came in contact with.







Traumatic chip on the shoulder...