The Familial Soul Collector
by , 04-06-2008 at 09:09 AM (1609 Views)
I don't know why, but strange things happen to me. My Father was dying for 5 years. It was a slow laborious death. My Mother was his careprovider. She is my angel. She was his angel. Everytime she would call me, she would say, "This is it. This is might be the last time you see him." I took every opportunity I had to drive from basically New Orleans, Louisiana to Minneapolis, Minnesota. It was very bizarre. I arrived one time and my cousin Jeff died. The next time, my Step-Grandfather dies. It seems to me that so many times I came home, and always someone died. I eventually became fearful.
I finally made a trip with friends to go to Big Sky, Montana with some friends from work. I was there, and my Aunt Patty slipped. You know how loose lips sink ships. It was my first vacation in years. I was so excited to have some time to forget my cares and worries. Patty tells me, "Maybe you should call home." I ask why, thinking this time my father has died, and she doesn't know how to tell me. Nope not Dad this time. My mother had been outside shovelling snow, and had collapsed. My family had kept this from me. I would have been there in Wisconsin, if someone had told me.
Anyways, I do believe in the continuation of life, and rebirth. When my brother Joe and his wife Nancy had Jane, I had visited. I damn near died myself the day before Jane was born. That was the day I tore my knee up in New Zealand. I was too tough and too stubborn to die. I ended up back up in Wisconsin. My Grandmother had he 90th birthday, and just a couple of weeks later she died. Jane's baptism was coming up, so my brother Tom (Jane's Godfather) missed his Grandmother's funeral to attend the baptism. I had the honor of being one of the pallbearers at her funeral. I then drove straight down to Louisiana to attend Jane's baptism. This all happened before and after Easter the year of Janes birth.
I just wanted to post this to aid in my attonement. I've been asked questions about what happened to put me in the psychward, and as I answered them Joe's wife thinks I'm blaming her for something I don't blame her at all. I know she tried to come get me out of jail, but the police wouldn't let her take me out. Its like my life is some sort of game to them. Anyways, I offered my soul up to God for her unborn child's life. This has created a great deal of agony for me. I've prayed every day for her unborn child's life...for it to be long and prosperous and filled with happiness. Still she is mad at me for the tone of my voice, or the words I use. Its not easy being the one that sees the banshee in the family.



