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Devastating Personal Loss

Two days ago, I saw a news story in Pensacola on WEAR that made my heart drop. “Human remains found behind house on Coker Lane”.  I only know one person that lives there; what are the odds?  I had reason to believe her family had been evicted. I believed that factor was an up-ending event that had made her hard to get in touch with. It turns out I was wrong.

Her family now is communicating on Facebook that she disappeared in March. My last conversation with her was in mid-February. She had “abandoned” her kids. Now that may have been because it is her body behind her house. Her husband and her had problems. She was a super strong willed woman who was very unique. Her daughter identified her clothes and cell phone found with the remains.

Foul play is suspected and I have to say is virtually absolute. She was a partner in helping to gain information about the corruption in Pensacola. Her family had been harmed by it and she had seen differing aspects of it through friends and family. She had provided key information that I never seemed to use as of yet. She had become a close friend whom I confided in and an entertaining character to know.

Stephanie Loewen Todd, you will be missed. I wish I knew something to do for your family now or that there had been something I could have done for you to prevent this.12239978_433815850151234_3556018374582338225_n

Trauma in the Making: Part 2

After being traumatized by watching a mere TV show, I finally saw my grandmother in the bigger picture. She was a broken woman with a strong will but a fractured spirit. Was it a wonder that she was an alcoholic? Hurt people hurt people. That statement from freshmen psychology is the moral of the story.

This TV show enlightened me. In the early 1960’s, my grandmother was transitioning in life. She was an aging woman with now grown children. How could that be? She was so young in her heart. It was an inconceivable thought. She was no longer young woman. This compounded by the corpse in her belly. A reminder of her last chance to be young was, in fact, turned to a calcified cadaver that was no longer a child but a curse.

In this emotional turmoil of coming to terms with how her life was not what it had been. Seemingly overnight, the young hell-raiser was now a middle aged woman, who wore her age honestly. She must have felt the beginning of the end with her body acting as a casket for last opportunity to be a mother–her last chance to re-do the role of mother. With all this going on, a younger man started coming around to drink with her. He was familiar. His family and hers had intertwined with this man’s brother being the father of her only grandchild. She was too young to be a grandma but she was and there was no way around it. Her youth like her baby was gone, but this younger man, Ernest, was about 8 years younger than her. He was a prankster.  A fool and a drunk to be sure. That was what fueled his character, the alcohol. Ernest had a hard time making a living but as Jo’s taste in men went, he was a step up. He didn’t hurt her. He was younger which in a way made her feel younger–more desirable. So they married.

Jo was restarting her life with her son helping her by sending money to her while he was in Vietnam. She was supposed to save it for him but she needed the money to be comfortable. That was a fight for a later date. She and Ernest lived pretty well for a while in that honeymoon phase. Then it happened. She went to the doctor for the first time in years. She had cervical cancer. They discovered the baby still in her womb. Doctors suggested aggressive treatment of the cancer which meant chemo therapy and radiation. The baby wasn’t causing any immediate problems so that was to be addressed at a later date. It was the cancer that needed to be treated–and fast.  Also being concerned, the doctors removed over 100 small moles on her back, fearing they might be cancerous. Thankfully they were not.

Since Ernest did not work much, Grandma worked through her chemo therapy. She lost her hair and donned a wig. This had been a sensitive issue. She’d had dark auburn hair her whole life…now she had nothing but this damn wig. She simply couldn’t catch a break…..then her world turned on a dime. The little she held dear to her was now being used as a weapon against her. …to be continued.

 

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No what defies logic for you, Mrs. Patte

No what defies logic for you, Mrs. Patterson to be prosecuting this case knowing that you accepted a bribe not go after other deputies that did just what this man did. THAT IS WHAT DEFIES LOGIC. Ex-deputy charged with sex crimes won’t be ‘unfettered’ http://ow.ly/Qm6St

The MOST honest speeches I have ever hea

The MOST honest speeches I have ever heard. I feel his passion! QUITE SIMPLY ONE OF THE BEST SPEECHES EVER! http://ow.ly/PYVYx

Here’s my question. How many Americans

Here’s my question. How many Americans have died under the banner of the Islamic flag? Yet it is widely accepted that the people who killed under misguided people of Muslim faith do not represent the whole. There is no movement to “ban” the Islamic flag anywhere, because that would be a profiling tactic to induce prejudice. Why isn’t the Confederate Flag ( only one of many which have no attachment with slavery while being the exact same representation–go figure) being considered the same? The majority of us don’t see the Confederate flag with any negative connation. I am sorry that some people do and I can’t change that. I also would hope that just because I wave it proudly, that I am not associated with the idiots who abused the meaning much like the terrorists who blew up Americans under the name of Islam and all its representations. This is an apples and apples argument. You cannot say one segment has freedom to express themselves while limiting another. That is the very definition of prejudice. Marlette: Lord, we know not what we salute http://ow.ly/PNHd4

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