RITES OF PASSAGES, SUNNY, BRIGHT, WITS AND CHARMS: DREAM KNIGHTS . GREAT JOB.Always Sonny Podcast Steve congratulating us on all we've accomplished Us'.

  Heaven On Earth.Tips. Mad Hatter is a state of mind .RITES OF PASSAGES, SUNNY, BRIGHT, WITS AND CHARMS: DREAM KNIGHTS . GREAT JOB.Always Sonny Podcast Steve congratulating us on all we've accomplished Us'.

One Day Out Of Life. Kids Lost. Daddy Died Walter Richard Bailey, Jr .86. Dad, The One And Only, Walter Richard Bailey, JR. Rest In Power.I feel all of it, deeply: the love, the grief, the joy, the pain. I embrace and thank every morsel of it. My life now is more rich and vibrant and full.The great pleasure in life is doing what people say … thanks to my passion and desire to make this dream happen.

 

Daily things to do, remember the past, remember the history, remember the lessons learned. Good and evil, sad and blue, dances in the garden of food. Joy and pains, rights, and reasons, hope for better, work for more, rats to roaches, in the light of day.In And Out Of Time, Tomorrow Big Waves, Dreams In Works, Lucky Breaks.

‘I’m not the bigger person. You better leave me the fuck alone!”I’m sorry for your pain’.Reasons to Not buy. BREAKING News:Miss days like this but I’m good without it.Why change yourself, when you can change the game! The Twilight Zone!I’m out! Lmmfao!!Eyes Open Right. Eyes Open Right. Facebook Idiots: I’ll ask kaddish. Dopa to protect me and rebuke you for insulting me.

Brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters, tales to be shared, love and hate, to give, to take, dances over time. Time is a wheel, it stopped for no one, life little beefs, born to die, pay taxes, and give and take. To love to hate, to get mad, with the way things are, the way they were, and the way you would like to make the changes to be the best person possible. 

Going back in time, so of the things that happen, over the decades, my life, my views, my sence of right and wrong. My mother died, when I was eleven, the worst day of my life. Aleane Brenagh Bailey, was 34 years old at the time of her death, October 16, 1971. The first person to die, stories to be told, now a story will be written, from a child’s point of view, from a PTSD Marine, looking back on the way things were. 

It was a Saturday, when I woke up, relieved myself, notice that the door to the parents room, was closed. It had not been that way, during the night, saw my dad, make a trip to the bedroom, once while doing the bathroom again. Later I heard my dad, praying in the living room. We were told to stay in our room, with the door closed. Saturday morning cartoons, 4 girls and a baby in a room, on two twin beds. Later we were told , that our mother had died. 

Fasting and praying, life away, feeding five kids, but not herself. That is what I believed then, and now, to stave to death. Told it was a shortage of breath, no breath, no life, and mother of five, dead at age 34, why?
Life changed after that, and it took a long time to recover. 

Time is a wheel, and time does not stop for looks, charms or grasses: American Women. Veterans.RITES OF PASSAGES, SUNNY, BRIGHT, WITS AND CHARMS: DREAM KNIGHTS . GREAT JOB.Always Sonny Podcast Steve congratulating us on all we've accomplished Us'.

Brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters, tales to be shared, love and hate, to give, to take, dances over time. 

Yes, Has your relationship with your siblings changed over the years?Love and hate, joys and pains, how to forgive, and let go. Sometimes it is so hard to do. How things were, how things are, and how things change, the choices that we make, to be happy, to expand, to grow, things like that, over the bumps in the road, of the haters, the sisters, the kids, the additional family members, dead and alive. How to close the book, to the hurt, the disappoints, the lack of care and concern, and keep moving on. Growth.