My Father

The 4th of July; should be a time to celebrate; the rest of the world is. It is my sister's birthday; her 30th. I wish I wanted to go to the celebration tommorow; instead of feeling like it is a chore. Happy 30th Birthday. Saturday; as some of you know my sister had a 30th birthday party; I was not invited. My mother; who was out of town; the day of the party; told me the next day on the phone. Are you asking yoursself"Are they not on speaking terms?" My mother; tried to say it was a neighborhood thing. My husband is not in town 90 % of the time; so yes, I would of like an invite; even a last minute one; if it was a suprise. I have not asked my sister about it; because I am getting to the point; that it is expected. But; my husband did come through Atlanta; Saturday night. It was a suprise; I didn't know until that morning. That did lessen the blow when I found this out; we were able to eat dinner together. I was excited as it had just been me in town this week; as Brittany opted to go to the shore with my parents. We went to Roadhouse; it was nice, to have the quality time with; Scott. Wish it was more then a hour; but I will take what I can get in the summer; LOL. The joys of the moving business. Oh, to answer the question; unless I missed something; me, and my sister are on speaking terms. I thought we were sisters; we have our differences, but we are friends; so I thought. I threw both of her baby showers; she was my matron of honor when Scott, and I got married; went to Jamaica last year(my whole family; my idea; what was I thinking; LOL) So am I missing why I wasn't invited to the party? I would of called her if the cards were reversed; especially if she had a husband who traveled most of the year; and she knew my child was with my parents; because her oldest was with them as well.

On a different note; my father passed away 16 years ago on July 5, 1991. So I lost two very important men within 13 months of each other. I will never forget that night; there was a knock on the door; it was two policeofficers; I wasn't prepared to hear their words. "We found your father dead tonight." What? That couldn't be. I told him the night before that I hated him; little did I know those words would come to haunt me. I learned from that; I try to never use the word hate; it is a very strong word. See; I didn't want my father to go out; so I turned my teenage charm on. But, I do remember the last three weeks we had together; which had to be God's doing; as some of you know; the last four years of his life we didn't see each other much. So as fate would have it; I would move in with him three weeks before he passed away. My father; taught me a lesson I still carry through my every day life; you never know what the outcome of doing drugs will be. It is a lesson I will never forget. My father died of a drug overdose; actually they say it was an adverse reaction to drugs.