My Mother Susan ... Red headed beautiful blue eyes and the life of the party and center of attention for most of my life. My mother as I have known her has been many different people. She tells big tales on grand scales and loves deeply and like her mother also has been very capable of catching more than a few men…and women in her life. Never seeming satisfied with what she had, always looking for the next good thing. moving from one relationship to another seemed to be par for the course. And like her relationships where her addictions passed from mother to daughter to daughter to daughter. A fighter for her happiness and her life my mother has fought many battles with her mother, cancer, addiction, depression and self-loathing just to name a few and won most still fighting some but with her, a battle to the end no doubt. With 3 children Terry 08/1964-10/1996, me 01/1966 still here, and Danny 07/1968 also still here she has been through hell and back but I love my mother more than life and now would not trade her for the world. She has lived the life good and bad and is still here to tell the Grand Tale.
My Father Brazos… Tall red and handsome with hazel eyes and a head full of hair Popeye muscles and the knowledge of an old tribesman. Though I am not blood of his blood or flesh of his flesh He is my daddy none the less (no rhyme intended). He raised me and loved me more than any birth father could have. So if you tried to tell me he was not my father I would call you a liar to your face. He like the rest has battled the demon of addiction alcohol being his drug of choice. Wasting his beautiful brain on a life of drinking and jobs that were far beneath the level of his intelligence. Kind and never met a person that didn’t like him. Cutting at times but just plain ole fun was the life I saw. I love my daddy and my daddy loves me. Battling liver problems he puts up the fight every day tapping away at his keyboard and writing greater tales to leave behind.
My brother Terry… Tall thin blonde hair blue eyed “rock star” like qualities. My brother was mean as hell to my brother and me growing up but was always there when we really needed him. He loved to make people laugh and then would turn around and scare the hell out of them. My brother like the rest fought addiction and mental illness until one day he lost the battle and put or had put a shot gun to his head and freed himself from the demons he battled for much of his adult life. He was a beautiful little boy his blond hair always falling over his eyes his beautiful yet devious little smile always finding adventures for us to go on and an endless imagination. I miss my big brother and I will always love and adore him and keep his memory alive.
My brother Danny… Oh little Danny with his little round face full of freckles and his beautiful red hair. Danny as a child was a typical little brother, always whining, tattling or getting into something we didn’t want him in. My little brother grew up big though, he too has his battles but those are for him to tell. He was the first of us three to graduate high school and went on to join the navy. He will tell you like he sees it if you want to hear it or not. The man has opinions. He is not holeyer than thou by any means but he is ALWAYS right. He is the boss and you can’t tell him different. My lovely little-big brother has grown into a fine man who I am proud of, who is always there for me when I need him and who I would not trade for nothing. I love him with my whole heart and want to tell him the truth now… Danny, you know how I always said mommy found you and you were not really our brother? Well I lied… you are really our brother and I am so happy that you are.
Sperm donor Paul… Well just that… a sperm donor. Mean, abusive, hateful, spiteful, and definitely had mental issues. As Forest Gump would say “that’s all I have to say about that”
