Letter to my son. In heaven

My precious son Brad, you have been on my mind a whole lot lately.  I think of you daily.  I saw your first daughter Monday and you would be so proud of her.  She has her head on tight and the maturity she is showing is unbelievable.  We talked about you and Claudia and how she knows now why you weren’t in her life so much when you were alive.  She knows that drugs took you and how you couldn’t take care of your self, let alone take care of her.  We talked about Claudia and how unfair that she doesn’t know she has a big sister or a Grandmother that loves her even though we haven’t seen her since she was 6 months old. She will be 13 this December. People in power in the local government are conspiring to keep her away or even aware to this side of her family.  The other grandfather is Ted Fox in the local city/county government.  She probably doesn’t know you are her father.  I have looked everywhere for her but they must have changed her last name. I will keep on searching and Jessie is too. How I would love to see that little face of hers. I contact Ted Fox thru voice mail and told him that you were dead and if Claudia needed a birth certificate to draw social security to contact me.  No answer. Oh and you died in jail in which Ted Fox used to run and his sons are deputies.  They could have gotten to you so easy.

Now onto your funeral.  Jessie and I talked about that too.  How those girls that caused your death deepen her hurt so bad, talking about their daughters.  SHE is your daughter not them.  How your dickweed half brother made himself out to be a hero and yet stole the belt buckle to be buried with you and stole all your tattoo equipment.  I know you wanted them to actually be a brother to you, so you took all his abuse. I want you to know that I told your half brother that I hated him with every fiber in my being.   I was thinking about you today as I was driving to the house and THE DANCE came on the radio and I broke down and cried and wailed all the way home.  I love you so much. I wish I could have helped you when you needed it so much.  That will be my sorrow until the end of my days.

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About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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