Saturday, June 2, 2012


Four years since he is gone. Four very long years, yet it seems as if it were only yesterday.

Yes, I am still here. I live, and I do so because he said I would. He gave me instructions, and encouragement, and words of love before he died, yet I could not believe that he would die. How could he? But he was failed by those who made promises to him they had no intention of keeping.

I was angry! How could they have failed him? Yet somehow, I purged them from my mind. No I did not firgive, that was not mine to do. I just let them slip from my mind. That is, until this year, when I found things missing from my home. No, they did not admit their guilt, but their story changed from day to day. Then they knew the gig was up. They sent some things back, but they still have some of our posessions. But then, how would they know what I have been made aware of?

A simple word of advice for those who think it's ok to steal from the dying. You know who you are, and I know you come to read what I write, you want to prepare, you are afraid. Well, be afraid. Karma is a bitch, and she is coming to get you.  Yes, you! I was done, I was at peace, and you thought you were going to get away with it?  This is my home, this was OUR home, and you violated our trust. You stole from us. You will never be welcome here.


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