Amos Stevens
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That's one of the reasons friends are here-to lend an ear in good times & bad TD!
ARRGGGHHH! (Just letting off some steam)
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Thanks, Trinity; thanks, Amos. Your kind words and thoughts mean a lot to me, more than you know.
I need to get through this week; this is the hardest week of the year for me, more so because of what's been going through my mind.
On Friday, my father turns 90 years old. More than anything, I wish I could speak to him about my mother; but he always flys off the handle whenever I mention her. If he could excise her completely from his life, I think he would - but here I am, a fact, the result of their time together. He was married to her for 16 years, to my stepmother for 32 years. When he dies, he wants to be buried next to my stepmother. That means I get the second plot in the cemetery in Orillia.
One of the reasons why I like taking my holiday every year is to go to the cemetery, to visit my mother's grave, but also to make sure the cemetery board doesn't get any bright ideas about selling the other plot. They did that, once; actually buried someone in it, and my goodness, didn't we have a time getting that sorted out, mostly because the Department of Veterans Affairs had bought the plot and buried a veteran in it. We proved that the cemetery's claim that my father had sold the plot was false, that the signature on the letters were forgeries; so the Department of Veterans Affairs had to dig up the poor fellow and move him elsewhere.
A few years ago, I contacted the cemetery to let them know my father had given the plot to me, and do you believe it, the administrator remembered our lawsuit. There was some discussion about me having to pay for the plot again at the current price, just to make sure my title to it was secure, but in the end they decided not to pursue the matter.
I still like going up to check, though.
It's in a lovely spot, under a tree, next to the fence. Alas, development has expanded the city limits, and what used to be a field across the road is now a massive Wal-Mart. The only benefit of that is that there is now a set of traffic lights there which someone who had their thinking caps on, set right across from the entrance to the cemetery, and so folks leaving or entering the cemetery don't have to fight against the traffic coming off Highway 11.
I hope I'll be able to go up this year; with the move and the reduction of the number of hours for the big job, it's looking iffy at the moment. Not to mention the fact that I haven't received the invitation to book yet which usually comes in March.
I'm hoping I can sleep tonight without panicking.
I need to get through this week; this is the hardest week of the year for me, more so because of what's been going through my mind.
On Friday, my father turns 90 years old. More than anything, I wish I could speak to him about my mother; but he always flys off the handle whenever I mention her. If he could excise her completely from his life, I think he would - but here I am, a fact, the result of their time together. He was married to her for 16 years, to my stepmother for 32 years. When he dies, he wants to be buried next to my stepmother. That means I get the second plot in the cemetery in Orillia.
One of the reasons why I like taking my holiday every year is to go to the cemetery, to visit my mother's grave, but also to make sure the cemetery board doesn't get any bright ideas about selling the other plot. They did that, once; actually buried someone in it, and my goodness, didn't we have a time getting that sorted out, mostly because the Department of Veterans Affairs had bought the plot and buried a veteran in it. We proved that the cemetery's claim that my father had sold the plot was false, that the signature on the letters were forgeries; so the Department of Veterans Affairs had to dig up the poor fellow and move him elsewhere.
A few years ago, I contacted the cemetery to let them know my father had given the plot to me, and do you believe it, the administrator remembered our lawsuit. There was some discussion about me having to pay for the plot again at the current price, just to make sure my title to it was secure, but in the end they decided not to pursue the matter.
I still like going up to check, though.
It's in a lovely spot, under a tree, next to the fence. Alas, development has expanded the city limits, and what used to be a field across the road is now a massive Wal-Mart. The only benefit of that is that there is now a set of traffic lights there which someone who had their thinking caps on, set right across from the entrance to the cemetery, and so folks leaving or entering the cemetery don't have to fight against the traffic coming off Highway 11.
I hope I'll be able to go up this year; with the move and the reduction of the number of hours for the big job, it's looking iffy at the moment. Not to mention the fact that I haven't received the invitation to book yet which usually comes in March.
I'm hoping I can sleep tonight without panicking.
Trinity
My Hero.
My friend don't let the stuff in life that comes up get you down!!If it does hey I'm always game to help and make it easier!!I have been there and other places that most people find in their nightmares.Guess what?Even nightmares are beat with a kind word and/or understanding!...By the way...I saw where you got deep in the water without a life raft thrown to ya over in general(over the commmercial) sorry I didn't have the fireplace going to invite you into!Got a foster child with me that I cannnot do what is needed to do right by him because the only living relative is.......hummmm.... a caboos-hole....can I say that?lol Anyway if we are REALLY family here,we all understand!Big HugsTDWoj said:
TD, we are always here for ya girlfriend. We've got big shoulders for you or anyone else that needs to, to cry or lean on. Let us take the weight off of your's for a while.
We're also always ready to listen here, that's what friends are for. We are all friends here on this message board, and even more importantly we are all family here.
We're here if you need us girlfriend, and don't ever forget it!!!!
Take care
Donna
We're also always ready to listen here, that's what friends are for. We are all friends here on this message board, and even more importantly we are all family here.
We're here if you need us girlfriend, and don't ever forget it!!!!
Take care
Donna
Thank you, Trinity (again!) and Donna and Mama san (I hope your device is keeping you ticking along to improved health!). Your kind words fill up the empty spaces that are in my heart right now. This week is going to be less difficult to bear, as a result.
Bless you all.
Bless you all.