Excellent,
When I finally realized what was going on, at the age of about 22-25, I realized who my parents were:
Fo my Mother was Beauty and my Father was Truth..
And they, who so loved each other so much..
So I am the spawn of that,
Where Truth meets Beauty..
First, about my DEAR MOTHER who was BEAUTY:
Who moved on unsuspectingly early at the age of 55 years young, after digging potatoes all day, not all day but a few hours, on our place, our ranch.. It was just the way it was, "
"A day like all days, filled with those events that alter and illuminated MY and others times".. :(
But I wasn't there..
I was down at WSU, where she insisted I go..
For she knew..
So I got a phone call at 5:00 -6:00 am down there.. Out of the blue or black, what happened, a coronary problem in her sleep, which is a blessing I know....
That's why I hate to this day, phone calls, technology probably, for we got another FAR worse for parents, almost 30 years later..
I have to go now.. To sit and think about all this sh!t OTHERS call life and how THEY DON'T seem to care or even know about it..
For ALL living things..
Next time, I will talk about TRUTH:
MY DEAR father.. |
