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What About the Others, it is not just about the teenage daughters and momma  

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2/26/2015 4:04 am

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3/17/2015 9:30 pm
What About the Others, it is not just about the teenage daughters and momma

C-A;s husband, head of the household, but A is the boss, even mine. C, very intelligent with knowledge that you can use not my math, hard science and engineering knowledge which is worthless outside of the field. I loved him as I loved A. We were alike in ways left unmentioned.
The Babies: AL my little monkey. Always had to show me her next daring dangerous feat. Like my youngest D, she put a lot of stress on my timid heart. A potentially powerhouse gymnast. But she shows an engineers intellect. M, if you wanted her to pick up the yard you just had to use the words "help me" and she was there. She was my little helper, with such a sweet smile. L, my little<b> snuggle </font></b>bunny who made decades of loneliness disappear with just a quick hug. We, the adults, would party into the night. One by One we would fall out. The little night owl L would take her I pad or Kindle fire on into the night. I, the light weight , would crash on the couch before anyone or I guess be put on the couch after hitting the floor Because of this I would wake up at 2 or 3 and find my little L propped up against me asleep in the glow of her screen. I would put her up on the pillow and cover her up with one of her little blankets she liked. If she woke up and did not like the blanket you had picked you had to get the particular one she wanted. even if a search was required. If she was thirsty, you not only had to have the correct fluid but also the correct glass, often requiring, not only locating but also washing said vessel as well, while listening to her wail the entire time. She was worth all the difficulties. Having her cuddle up next to me on the couch while the rest of us were partying gave me a feeling of being needed and that I was important to her. MIssing her is what is crushing my soul more then any of the other accompanying tragedies and disasters.

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