Thank You LORD, there are so many people , (right now) that are shocked, perhaps confused. How can I,a little Black bastard, a "throwed away baby", a mass of unwanted flesh, be happy? Stalked by my own :mother" for sixty-two years! How did I ever find Joy?
"Motherhood" Yes, I did the "dang thang". My biological clock was RINGING! I learned a lot through that wonderful experience. From natural childbirth, to nerve marry out of panic and desperation. Never listen to, or fear a society forbids dating outside of your assigned "race".
Never settle for less than you want or deserve.
No matter what , I'm proud, I'm a Remnant of (Je) Rome Walters! A Man labeled Black, held down, held back, for eighty-four years!
A tall handsome Man! Brilliant! Self-educated! Wise and gentle. Yes World, at seventy one and one half years old, his memory still makes me Proud. With every beat of my heart I cherish every pearl of wisdom that man bestowed upon me.
"Never do anything you would be too embarrassed to admit you did."
"Always count your change. Count it in your head,"
"Apart from Christ , We are nothing."
Yes, he was a storehouse of knowledge. I gladly took care of him when he became old, infirm. I finally got to repeat to him what he always said to me. I thanked him for the car he bought us when we were in high school. "It was my pleasure, darling dawthur."; was his retort.
He paid for my high school class ring, thirty five dollars! That was like three hundred and fifty dollars in 1968. Again, "Thank you GranDDADDY!" Granddad: "It was my pleasure."
Old age and arthritis devoured him more rapidly than it should have. His "faculties" began slipping, calling all of us "Mac" or "Mathy". He used to demand that I put his left shoe on his foot after I bathed and dressed him. No amount of arguing could convince that old man that his leg had been amputated.
I saw the heartbreak in my granddaddy's eyes when we told him that his left leg had to be amputated and that the surgeon did such a whack, jacked up, nigger job, on his leg that he could never be fitted for a prosteses.
I love my GranDDADDY IMMENSELY because he always protected me, us, from his sick, psychotic, sadistic, demon possessed daughter. All I can say is , Mercy! Yes, s/he ultimately murdered him. Had the nerve, the unmitigated gall , to call it suicide.
Did s/he get away with IT? Well, s/he was never arrested but, WE all know s/he did IT. Old "Root Worker".
The cancker worms got your body granddaddy, (some where in an unmarked grave) , but I got your heart.
BEAMING!!!
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