My Family--Sunday, October 17th, 2010
1:14 a.m.
My husband and I--Geo and Heather De Angelo
I went to bed and too many things were flying through my mind due, in part, to the beginning of my new blog. I am so excited because I haven't written in so long. Not to mention, things don't really flow from my brain that easily these days. So, I decided to write about my family--something that I happen to know well!!! This may, however, take me forever because I have a fairly large extended family. I will begin with myself and my immediate family and then move from there. Please ENJOY and I hope I don't bore you too much.
The Geo De Angelo Family of Palmerton, PA
My name is Heather Lynn Hodson De Angelo, and as the author of this blog, I am going to begin with myself. I was born on February 28th, 1972 making me 38 years old--unfortunately. I grew up in Allentown, Pennsylvania with my parents, John Paul Schankowitz, Jr. and Patricia Louise Hodson Schankowitz; and three siblings--Tara Lee Schankowitz Kettenburg, Tammy Lynn Schankowitz, and John Paul Schankowitz, III. We grew up on top of South Mountain in a double wide mobile home with a half an acre land that held not only our house, but my grandparents lived in a house right across the lawn. It was quite convenient because when I didn't like what mom was making for dinner, I could go across the lawn and see what Grama was cooking--sometimes, I just ended up eating two meals, depending on my options. Most of my days were spent sitting inside on the sofa or on my bed reading books. I was always the child that my mother knew where I was because I was so predictable--book in hand, you know where I am. I went to Salisbury High School and earned my GED in 1990. It wasn't the way that I wanted to finish high school but it served my purpose. I was able to further my education to make something of myself and support my coming child.
My husband, Geo De Angelo, was born on December 27, 1970. He, too, went to the Salisbury School District beginning in the fourth grade. I fell in love right then and there. I believe our eventual marriage was FATE....plain and simple. He didn't know that I was alive until 1994 but I "stalked" him throughout our school careers--I even went so far as to date a guy that was a neighbor of his just so I could see Geo (not only do I think I made the neighbor gay--he has since come out of the closet--but I went to all of his wrestling matches so that I could see his rear end in those tights. LOL. I was so excited when a mutual friend fixed us up. We clicked right from the start. We moved in together within six months of meeting one another officially and then we bought a house within the next year and a half. He even took on the awesome responsibility of helping to raise my daughter to be the amazing individual that she is today. Little does she know, but she helped me make my choice because on one of our first dates, he invited Haileigh along. We went to Lake Muhlenburg to feed the ducks. She ran ahead and he called her back as he ran toward her--she slipped her hand into his and they strolled along the shore of the lake together. I knew right then that I met the man that I was going to marry. We, of course, like any couple, had our ups and downs but we somehow managed to make it through everyone of the issues that we encountered.
We met on April 14th, 1994 and we wanted to make our marriage something significant in our life. So, since the fourteenth wasn't a Saturday, we decided to marry on April 15th, 2000. We were going to go to Hawaii on January first to be married on the millenium but it didn't work out--it was way too expensive AND I was on crutches. We were actually one of the first couples chosen to be married during the Allentown New Year's Millenium celebrations, but unfortunately, had to decline because I had had knee surgery and was on crutches. I was crushed but in the end, we reached our goal--we became Mr. and Mrs. George Michael De Angelo (our wedding will be the subject of another blog).
Now onto, Haileigh Jessica Kelsey Hodson--the apple of my eye, my baby girl--even though she is nearly twenty years old. She was born on Wednesday, March 27th, 1991 at 8:44 p.m. My labor started on the previous Monday and continued straight through to that Wednesday. When she was born, I could do nothing but cry because I was so happy and just so concerned that she wasn't "going to be okay" because I had such a difficult delivery. I was amazed at my emotion because I didn't really want children but when I found out that her arrival was imminent, that opinion changed immediately--I was bringing a miracle into this world. And believe me, a miracle she was. She is smart, savvy, caring, loving, and a little bit backwards, but I am sure that will change in the years to come. She is very artistically talented and for a semester she was a Fine Arts Major at Northampton County Community College. She decided to take a semester or so off until she could decide what she wants to do--she no longer finds art to be fun because she is being forced to do her projects that she works on. Early on, in high school, she was also my "cross to bear", so to speak. Her creativity tended to get her into a lot of trouble and I was on a first name basis with the principal of the high school. She is still my pride and joy, though, and I am sure that will never stop. Even though I wanted more children after her, I am actually kind of glad that she turned out to be my only one....we are now very close and growing closer as the time goes on.
The Parental Unit
My mother, Patricia Louise Hodson Schankowitz, was born to Louis Phillip Hodson and Gloria Peters Hodson on May 22, 1952. I don't know too much about her history prior to being married and having children. She graduated from Salisbury High School in 1970 but did not go onto college, however, she did have goals of becoming a teacher had she gone on to Kutztown University that was her contingency plan. She worked several jobs that I know of, some of them at the same time--a counter person at Willy Joe's Doggies, a claims examiner at Prudential insurance, once or twice in a sewing factory, and I am sure there are several others that I just don't know about or just don't remember. She is a good cook and baker and often made elaborate dinners for us, when it could be afforded, especially on a Sunday. My favorite meal that she would prepare was homemade pizza and some of her different baked goods. I happen to enjoy the sweets more--but that is just my opinion. Every birthday, we were able to choose what our birthday dinners would be. I have always been a foodie, so I always gave her a run for her money--homemade pizza, stuffed pork chops or chicken breasts--you name it, I probably chose it at one time or another.
My father, John Paul Schankowitz, Jr. was born to John Paul Schankowitz, Sr. and Stella Zsigovits Schankowitz Kemmerer on January 29, 1947. His stepfather was Fred Kemmerer. They grew up right down the street for the original Yocco's--one of my favorite fast food hotdogs in the world. He didn't finish high school because he had to quit so that he could support his family after his father deserted the family. He eventually went into the Marines and fought in the Vietnam War. When he came home, he was a bit shell shocked but managed to function in society. He had five brothers and sisters--Patsy, Michelle, Peter, Michael, and Janice. We haven't seen them for many years and they don't speak for whatever reason. This is why I feel the need to try and keep the family together and try to be close. Do you think that could ever happen when you belong to the Black Sheep part of the family???? Dad always worked some sort of physical labor job--Asplundh Tree Service, Herbein's Garden Center, Carpenter, a tin knocker at Dual Temp Fuels, etc. He always tried his best to provide for us and through a joint effort of my parents, we never went hungry.
The Siblings
My parents raised four children in a double wide mobile home. Of course, I was the oldest. My middle sister, Tara Lee Schankowitz (now Kettenburg) was born on December 20, 1974. She was the Christmas baby--I wasn't too amused with THAT present. Another girl to take the attention away from me. She is blonde and big boned (LOL) with a mean streak and unkind looking eyes--basically, she means business when she says it. She has been known to haul off and crack someone without warning. She was also know to be one of my starkest protectors when I was the victim of terrible bullying in middle and high school. She met and married her husband, Todd Patrick Kettenburg on July 15, 2001 (the same day as my grandparents anniversary, I believe--I could even be wrong on that date). If I am, someone please correct me. She went to Salisbury High School, earned her GED, and then went on to have various jobs--Walmart, the Christmas Tree Shoppes, and others that I can't even think of right now. I believe for a short time she worked for the Good Shepherd Tac Hospital in the Lehigh Valley Hospital. She had to leave that one, though, because it was too difficult for her to deal with following the death of her little boy. I commend her for even being able to maintain herself and her family following that experience. That is the quality I admire most in her.
She has five children (four living)--Stephen Michael Christman (born on June 3, 1992--he just graduated from Salisbury High School--and was born as the result of a relationship with John Christman); Cierra Nichole Kettenburg (born on May 13, 1998--also known as Cici--blonde and green eyed just like her mom); Dakota Patrick Kettenburg (our littlest angel--born on October 16, 2002 and died on January 22, 2005), and because everything happens for a reason, after Dakota's death, along came the twins--Zachary Patrick and Jayce Thomas. They were born on Black Friday, nearly three years ago on November 26th, 2007. They are part of the joys of all of our lives. We look at them everyday with wonder--they are so like their departed older brother, yet so different, but they are the miracles that helped sustain us through the difficult years to follow Dakota's death.
My youngest sister is Tammy Lynn Schankowitz. Born on September 29, 1975, she is independent, a hard worker, and my idol. She is so independent, I don't think she will ever get married. She does have a long term companion (common law husband??), named Ralph Gonzalez. Between them, they have five children--Ebony Gonzalez, age 18 (November 28th, I think), Anthony Philip Ashton Figueroa (born March 23, 1993--quite the handful for his mother), Raphael "Boo Boo" Gonzalez (born September 8, 1999), and William Dakota "Willie" Gonzalez (born December 16, 2006 and the apple of my eye--he's my kind of kid. He just tells it like it is!!). Tammy is always working--too hard. She works as a Certified Nurses Aide at Cedarbrook and, in my opinion, she works too hard and will work herself into an early grave. She is my idol and I just want her to know how much I admire her independence. You are awesome, girl!!!! <3 I am the oldest, therefore, I should be the independent one, but I unfortunately, didn't get that quality.
Now onto the baby of the family--John Paul Schankowitz, III ("Johnny") was born on October 6, 1977. He grew up the "golden boy", of course, because he was the baby. He used to take his toys apart and hide them under the bed and break his glasses so that he wouldn't have to wear them (he was born with crossed eyes and a lazy eye that was repaired surgically when he was about eighteen months old. I remember the day he was born--we got the phone call that I FINALLY had a brother and I jumped repeatedly back and forth over the telephone cord with excitement. That was the last time I was so excited--that all changed when he learned to walk and could get into my stuff. LOL. He was a troubled teenager but I think he grew up to be a rather fine young man.
On June 15, 2001, he married his middle school/high school sweetheart--Kristine Diane Gregory Schankowitz. They had a large and beautiful wedding on an overcast and rainy day but it was otherwise a beautiful wedding. We were all as one family that day, for a change--Tara, Tammy, and I were all bridesmaids; Haileigh was a junior bridesmaid. They went on to become the parents of two little girls--Julie Kristine Schankowitz (born on April 13, 1999) and Naiya Elizabeth Schankowitz (born on August 8, 2002--she is six going on sixty and tells you just like it is). She is the coolest little girl in the world.
Maternal Grandparents
I don't know too much more about them other than the few things that I have been able to experience or have been told about them. I was quite young when my grandfather, Louis Philip Hodson passed away. He was born on November 11, 1917 and passed away on July 22, 1979, at the age of 61. In a lot of areas, since his death, I have come to believe that he has been my devine intervention with fixing things in my life. He was blinded as a child, I believe, as a result of scarlet fever and he worked hard to support his family--he even did some roofing by helping put the roofs on some of the hacienda looking houses in the West End of Allentown. He also worked in the cafeteria of Western Union when I was a wee one--I used to go visit him there. I also know that he had one Hell of a sense of humor (that is for another blog sometime down the line). Unfortunately, he had to undergo kidney dialysis--it was done in the "kidney room" at the house. That room eventually became my bedroom. He died after experiencing repeated heart attacks and strokes over the course of many days. I was seven when he died and I still miss him everyday. I really wish there was an easier way, besides prayers, to communicate. There are so many times that I could use his wise advice. As he has been the divine intervention in my life at times, I was also his. My impending birth was what pushed him to the decision that he would go on hemodialysis--he wanted to live to see his first grandchild--so, I extended his life by seven years and probably drove him absolutely crazy in those seven years!!! I was a horrible handful, I am told, and also did some things before he died that I am really not so proud of.
My grandmother, Gloria Lorraine Peters Hodson, was my only grandmother to love me unconditionally and for that I am so thankful. She was born on October 14, 1923 and she passed away, when I was seventeen, on September 20, 1989 at the age of 65. She had a massive heart attack but according to her autopsy report, she was a lot sicker than any of us knew. She missed my grandfather, therefore, didn't see any reason to take care of herself. She was a feisty little woman of only four feet, eleven inches tall and she could pack a wallop if needed. If you pissed her off, LOOK OUT!!!! She worked in the cafeteria with my grandfather and took care of him while he was on the dialysis machine. After he passed away, she took a job as a cook at the Kappa Sigma Fraternity House at Lehigh University. She truly enjoyed being around "her boys". I was devastated when she died and I still miss her so much. After her death, I experienced my first bout of depression. It went on for years, off and on, and continued to get worse over the years--leading to my eventual post-partum depression and then the diagnosis of bipolar disorder to follow nearly ten years later.
As for my other grandmother, who shall remain nameless--aren't you supposed to love your grandchildren unconditionally? I always thought you were supposed to. Not to mention, I did nothing wrong except get married, in her eyes....and had beer at the wedding reception. My only hope for her is that she won't die alone because she wrote myself and my family out of her life. God Bless her. I'm hoping that will keep my good Karma in place.
So, that is my abridged life/family story. I am sure there will be more along the way but because I couldn't sleep you got pretty much of it tonight. Who knows what may flow next. This could end up being a good way to do some therapy for myself--they say writing is a good way to get out a lot of internal feelings. Let's see what happens.
Good night, all!!!!
The Geo De Angelo Family of Palmerton, PA
My name is Heather Lynn Hodson De Angelo, and as the author of this blog, I am going to begin with myself. I was born on February 28th, 1972 making me 38 years old--unfortunately. I grew up in Allentown, Pennsylvania with my parents, John Paul Schankowitz, Jr. and Patricia Louise Hodson Schankowitz; and three siblings--Tara Lee Schankowitz Kettenburg, Tammy Lynn Schankowitz, and John Paul Schankowitz, III. We grew up on top of South Mountain in a double wide mobile home with a half an acre land that held not only our house, but my grandparents lived in a house right across the lawn. It was quite convenient because when I didn't like what mom was making for dinner, I could go across the lawn and see what Grama was cooking--sometimes, I just ended up eating two meals, depending on my options. Most of my days were spent sitting inside on the sofa or on my bed reading books. I was always the child that my mother knew where I was because I was so predictable--book in hand, you know where I am. I went to Salisbury High School and earned my GED in 1990. It wasn't the way that I wanted to finish high school but it served my purpose. I was able to further my education to make something of myself and support my coming child.
My husband, Geo De Angelo, was born on December 27, 1970. He, too, went to the Salisbury School District beginning in the fourth grade. I fell in love right then and there. I believe our eventual marriage was FATE....plain and simple. He didn't know that I was alive until 1994 but I "stalked" him throughout our school careers--I even went so far as to date a guy that was a neighbor of his just so I could see Geo (not only do I think I made the neighbor gay--he has since come out of the closet--but I went to all of his wrestling matches so that I could see his rear end in those tights. LOL. I was so excited when a mutual friend fixed us up. We clicked right from the start. We moved in together within six months of meeting one another officially and then we bought a house within the next year and a half. He even took on the awesome responsibility of helping to raise my daughter to be the amazing individual that she is today. Little does she know, but she helped me make my choice because on one of our first dates, he invited Haileigh along. We went to Lake Muhlenburg to feed the ducks. She ran ahead and he called her back as he ran toward her--she slipped her hand into his and they strolled along the shore of the lake together. I knew right then that I met the man that I was going to marry. We, of course, like any couple, had our ups and downs but we somehow managed to make it through everyone of the issues that we encountered.
We met on April 14th, 1994 and we wanted to make our marriage something significant in our life. So, since the fourteenth wasn't a Saturday, we decided to marry on April 15th, 2000. We were going to go to Hawaii on January first to be married on the millenium but it didn't work out--it was way too expensive AND I was on crutches. We were actually one of the first couples chosen to be married during the Allentown New Year's Millenium celebrations, but unfortunately, had to decline because I had had knee surgery and was on crutches. I was crushed but in the end, we reached our goal--we became Mr. and Mrs. George Michael De Angelo (our wedding will be the subject of another blog).
Now onto, Haileigh Jessica Kelsey Hodson--the apple of my eye, my baby girl--even though she is nearly twenty years old. She was born on Wednesday, March 27th, 1991 at 8:44 p.m. My labor started on the previous Monday and continued straight through to that Wednesday. When she was born, I could do nothing but cry because I was so happy and just so concerned that she wasn't "going to be okay" because I had such a difficult delivery. I was amazed at my emotion because I didn't really want children but when I found out that her arrival was imminent, that opinion changed immediately--I was bringing a miracle into this world. And believe me, a miracle she was. She is smart, savvy, caring, loving, and a little bit backwards, but I am sure that will change in the years to come. She is very artistically talented and for a semester she was a Fine Arts Major at Northampton County Community College. She decided to take a semester or so off until she could decide what she wants to do--she no longer finds art to be fun because she is being forced to do her projects that she works on. Early on, in high school, she was also my "cross to bear", so to speak. Her creativity tended to get her into a lot of trouble and I was on a first name basis with the principal of the high school. She is still my pride and joy, though, and I am sure that will never stop. Even though I wanted more children after her, I am actually kind of glad that she turned out to be my only one....we are now very close and growing closer as the time goes on.
The Parental Unit
My mother, Patricia Louise Hodson Schankowitz, was born to Louis Phillip Hodson and Gloria Peters Hodson on May 22, 1952. I don't know too much about her history prior to being married and having children. She graduated from Salisbury High School in 1970 but did not go onto college, however, she did have goals of becoming a teacher had she gone on to Kutztown University that was her contingency plan. She worked several jobs that I know of, some of them at the same time--a counter person at Willy Joe's Doggies, a claims examiner at Prudential insurance, once or twice in a sewing factory, and I am sure there are several others that I just don't know about or just don't remember. She is a good cook and baker and often made elaborate dinners for us, when it could be afforded, especially on a Sunday. My favorite meal that she would prepare was homemade pizza and some of her different baked goods. I happen to enjoy the sweets more--but that is just my opinion. Every birthday, we were able to choose what our birthday dinners would be. I have always been a foodie, so I always gave her a run for her money--homemade pizza, stuffed pork chops or chicken breasts--you name it, I probably chose it at one time or another.
My father, John Paul Schankowitz, Jr. was born to John Paul Schankowitz, Sr. and Stella Zsigovits Schankowitz Kemmerer on January 29, 1947. His stepfather was Fred Kemmerer. They grew up right down the street for the original Yocco's--one of my favorite fast food hotdogs in the world. He didn't finish high school because he had to quit so that he could support his family after his father deserted the family. He eventually went into the Marines and fought in the Vietnam War. When he came home, he was a bit shell shocked but managed to function in society. He had five brothers and sisters--Patsy, Michelle, Peter, Michael, and Janice. We haven't seen them for many years and they don't speak for whatever reason. This is why I feel the need to try and keep the family together and try to be close. Do you think that could ever happen when you belong to the Black Sheep part of the family???? Dad always worked some sort of physical labor job--Asplundh Tree Service, Herbein's Garden Center, Carpenter, a tin knocker at Dual Temp Fuels, etc. He always tried his best to provide for us and through a joint effort of my parents, we never went hungry.
The Siblings
My parents raised four children in a double wide mobile home. Of course, I was the oldest. My middle sister, Tara Lee Schankowitz (now Kettenburg) was born on December 20, 1974. She was the Christmas baby--I wasn't too amused with THAT present. Another girl to take the attention away from me. She is blonde and big boned (LOL) with a mean streak and unkind looking eyes--basically, she means business when she says it. She has been known to haul off and crack someone without warning. She was also know to be one of my starkest protectors when I was the victim of terrible bullying in middle and high school. She met and married her husband, Todd Patrick Kettenburg on July 15, 2001 (the same day as my grandparents anniversary, I believe--I could even be wrong on that date). If I am, someone please correct me. She went to Salisbury High School, earned her GED, and then went on to have various jobs--Walmart, the Christmas Tree Shoppes, and others that I can't even think of right now. I believe for a short time she worked for the Good Shepherd Tac Hospital in the Lehigh Valley Hospital. She had to leave that one, though, because it was too difficult for her to deal with following the death of her little boy. I commend her for even being able to maintain herself and her family following that experience. That is the quality I admire most in her.
She has five children (four living)--Stephen Michael Christman (born on June 3, 1992--he just graduated from Salisbury High School--and was born as the result of a relationship with John Christman); Cierra Nichole Kettenburg (born on May 13, 1998--also known as Cici--blonde and green eyed just like her mom); Dakota Patrick Kettenburg (our littlest angel--born on October 16, 2002 and died on January 22, 2005), and because everything happens for a reason, after Dakota's death, along came the twins--Zachary Patrick and Jayce Thomas. They were born on Black Friday, nearly three years ago on November 26th, 2007. They are part of the joys of all of our lives. We look at them everyday with wonder--they are so like their departed older brother, yet so different, but they are the miracles that helped sustain us through the difficult years to follow Dakota's death.
My youngest sister is Tammy Lynn Schankowitz. Born on September 29, 1975, she is independent, a hard worker, and my idol. She is so independent, I don't think she will ever get married. She does have a long term companion (common law husband??), named Ralph Gonzalez. Between them, they have five children--Ebony Gonzalez, age 18 (November 28th, I think), Anthony Philip Ashton Figueroa (born March 23, 1993--quite the handful for his mother), Raphael "Boo Boo" Gonzalez (born September 8, 1999), and William Dakota "Willie" Gonzalez (born December 16, 2006 and the apple of my eye--he's my kind of kid. He just tells it like it is!!). Tammy is always working--too hard. She works as a Certified Nurses Aide at Cedarbrook and, in my opinion, she works too hard and will work herself into an early grave. She is my idol and I just want her to know how much I admire her independence. You are awesome, girl!!!! <3 I am the oldest, therefore, I should be the independent one, but I unfortunately, didn't get that quality.
Now onto the baby of the family--John Paul Schankowitz, III ("Johnny") was born on October 6, 1977. He grew up the "golden boy", of course, because he was the baby. He used to take his toys apart and hide them under the bed and break his glasses so that he wouldn't have to wear them (he was born with crossed eyes and a lazy eye that was repaired surgically when he was about eighteen months old. I remember the day he was born--we got the phone call that I FINALLY had a brother and I jumped repeatedly back and forth over the telephone cord with excitement. That was the last time I was so excited--that all changed when he learned to walk and could get into my stuff. LOL. He was a troubled teenager but I think he grew up to be a rather fine young man.
On June 15, 2001, he married his middle school/high school sweetheart--Kristine Diane Gregory Schankowitz. They had a large and beautiful wedding on an overcast and rainy day but it was otherwise a beautiful wedding. We were all as one family that day, for a change--Tara, Tammy, and I were all bridesmaids; Haileigh was a junior bridesmaid. They went on to become the parents of two little girls--Julie Kristine Schankowitz (born on April 13, 1999) and Naiya Elizabeth Schankowitz (born on August 8, 2002--she is six going on sixty and tells you just like it is). She is the coolest little girl in the world.
Maternal Grandparents
I don't know too much more about them other than the few things that I have been able to experience or have been told about them. I was quite young when my grandfather, Louis Philip Hodson passed away. He was born on November 11, 1917 and passed away on July 22, 1979, at the age of 61. In a lot of areas, since his death, I have come to believe that he has been my devine intervention with fixing things in my life. He was blinded as a child, I believe, as a result of scarlet fever and he worked hard to support his family--he even did some roofing by helping put the roofs on some of the hacienda looking houses in the West End of Allentown. He also worked in the cafeteria of Western Union when I was a wee one--I used to go visit him there. I also know that he had one Hell of a sense of humor (that is for another blog sometime down the line). Unfortunately, he had to undergo kidney dialysis--it was done in the "kidney room" at the house. That room eventually became my bedroom. He died after experiencing repeated heart attacks and strokes over the course of many days. I was seven when he died and I still miss him everyday. I really wish there was an easier way, besides prayers, to communicate. There are so many times that I could use his wise advice. As he has been the divine intervention in my life at times, I was also his. My impending birth was what pushed him to the decision that he would go on hemodialysis--he wanted to live to see his first grandchild--so, I extended his life by seven years and probably drove him absolutely crazy in those seven years!!! I was a horrible handful, I am told, and also did some things before he died that I am really not so proud of.
My grandmother, Gloria Lorraine Peters Hodson, was my only grandmother to love me unconditionally and for that I am so thankful. She was born on October 14, 1923 and she passed away, when I was seventeen, on September 20, 1989 at the age of 65. She had a massive heart attack but according to her autopsy report, she was a lot sicker than any of us knew. She missed my grandfather, therefore, didn't see any reason to take care of herself. She was a feisty little woman of only four feet, eleven inches tall and she could pack a wallop if needed. If you pissed her off, LOOK OUT!!!! She worked in the cafeteria with my grandfather and took care of him while he was on the dialysis machine. After he passed away, she took a job as a cook at the Kappa Sigma Fraternity House at Lehigh University. She truly enjoyed being around "her boys". I was devastated when she died and I still miss her so much. After her death, I experienced my first bout of depression. It went on for years, off and on, and continued to get worse over the years--leading to my eventual post-partum depression and then the diagnosis of bipolar disorder to follow nearly ten years later.
As for my other grandmother, who shall remain nameless--aren't you supposed to love your grandchildren unconditionally? I always thought you were supposed to. Not to mention, I did nothing wrong except get married, in her eyes....and had beer at the wedding reception. My only hope for her is that she won't die alone because she wrote myself and my family out of her life. God Bless her. I'm hoping that will keep my good Karma in place.
So, that is my abridged life/family story. I am sure there will be more along the way but because I couldn't sleep you got pretty much of it tonight. Who knows what may flow next. This could end up being a good way to do some therapy for myself--they say writing is a good way to get out a lot of internal feelings. Let's see what happens.
Good night, all!!!!
