My mom died a horrific death of brain cancer. No matter where any of her children ranked with her or how we felt about each other, something fell away for a moment and there was just the shock, at least for me. Pretty strong woman in my biased opinion. She was the only mother I had. One of my classmates told me I was blessed to have such a mother. I'm just adding 'his' testimony. Maybe going through hell prepares you best for going through hell.
I never wished she were dead, privately or otherwise; and I'm sure glad I never did. That would be a burden.. There's burden enough with this weird world we inherited, what is left of it.
This was our visit to Hollywood, Fl, xmas 1975, right before I was released from my mother's grip. First time there. First time seeing my Aunt Bessie, Nicky and Uncle Al in years. She didn't want to turn over the birth certificate as I was trying to go back 'home' (legally) in the months that approached my graduation from high school.
It was an issue for a while I remember. There was always an issue, some way to try keep father and son apart... Seeing that & seeing what I saw in my 20's from women cured me the fiction that is marriage in the US.... Moral of the story, never marry a red head? She hated having her picture taken & was stubborn. I suppose many look back and think how different it could have been.
After I was released from feminist hell I went kinda crazy with females and drugs. It was bust out of jail time.. Maybe it's best they didn't think enough of me to send me to college. I'm sure there were enough dysfunctional people there already.
He used to sometimes say I was stubborn like my mom. She would say, I'm like my dad another way.. sense of humor maybe.. I didn't go to kindergarten. Maybe that is why I'm so independent.. No cell towers back then made it at least a life worth trying at. Always begging her, trying to get them back together, I was in sales way before I was in sales.
Parting Gifts
My mom only allowed me to take a few of my toys. For the time leading up to their breakup seemed like my dad knew she'd take off with me one day just to punish him & me.
Sense of Humor
If you were ever wondering what went through some of our war heroes minds while pinned down for months in a foxhole in Germany., now you know.
Speaking of end of war, Nazi Germany My dad, so young and strong, having overcome being drafted and landing on Normandy. Could not be more proud.
Charles Patrick Pisano
Maybe it's fitting that this picture isn't in perfect condition... Who developed it and where? They took time for photos.. ? So many questions. We never seemed to have the time for these conversations or maybe I just forgot the answers. I could never measure up to my dad in a million years.
The Last happiest time of my life.
You can tell what they were thinking and even sharing over in those fox holes in Germany.. Now we're in one we might not be able to get out of. Does not appear there will be comrades coming..
This wasn't long before they broke up. Maybe he was grabbing all the souvenirs of his life he could bc he knew my mother was leaving & taking her 'property'. She never lived in a foxhole, but she put her son in one and her husband back in one. She had more rights than someone who went through hell and back. It could not be more obvious how painful & unfair that was to him & me. The feminist propaganda worked.
My father's life was shorter than mine by 5 years at this point and way more eventful and interesting. I was always struck w/ the notion something was wrong with the world or at least the US. I was right. It's a very disturbed country..
This isn't a poke at my mom on mother's day. My father an others like him were the last of the best. The war on us never ended... The melting pot was for experimentation on all races in one place. NASA is very evil and behind a lot of this stuff. Pay them well and they will shut up and do.
Cell phones or my inability to use them is what woke me up the most back in the 1980's.
Much of my life I've been researching them, those behind Agenda 21.. Seemed there was always some thing new weekly that could make me sick. All of it coming from one direction,. materialism and everyone was running that way.
I remember going by one of the newer ones in Florida and getting the creeps. Home office address is
333 East Broadway
Maryville, Tennessee, 37804
United States 333 broadway
The US was never a free nation. Of course, they had no way of knowing they were being deceived.
My dad never talked about the war very much. I found his bronze star in a junk drawer after he passed. He never mentioned it. I suppose the honor guard at his funeral was the first clue. Funny how my mom never mentioned it either. All things male were toxic to her it seems now. One would think she would be proud of his accomplishments. One would be wrong.
The satanists knew his generation would never put up with what is happening now.
He lefter her a beautiful home, free & clear. She sold it to buy a small modular home. She was a chemist, like a lot of females. She turned money into shit. My dad passed when I was 23. If not for the war over there and the one at home, the fight over me, I feel we would have had more time. My 9/11 was their divorce and losing my dad when he was still relatively young.
He told me when I was old enough to understand that she rejected me at birth. I promised him I wouldn't tell. 15 years after he passed, I had enough of her current bs and told her what I had known for decades. The contract to not tell her was null and void at that point. She got brain caner not long after. I'd like to think that secret had nothing to do with her passing.. I'd like to think a lot of things.
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