No. Nobody knows. We wonder, how can you NOT know? We expect everyone else to know when we ask.
"Does anybody here know?"
"He said he knows someone that might know. But, (shrug, not really believing it), I don't know".
In reality, many time we don't know ourselves. But here is the thing; we don't really care. I say I care. Everyone says they care. But do they really? I say I care because people will talk behind my back about how I don't care.
'He's the one'.
'Did he really say he 'doesn't care?'.
'That's what I heard. But, I don't know'.
Something has to be done. Something SHOULD be done.
"You think somebody should do something?"
"I don't know. Who cares".
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Time To Go
4-30-2013
I have been at Lucerne On The Lake RV park since October of last year. Tomorrow I leave for Medford, Oregon. My younger brother has terminal lung cancer. I found out about three weeks ago. I cried and prayed. Still doing both from time to time. Before I had been reluctant to travel because I had a leak and overheating on my way here from Pittsburg, California. Well, I hope and pray this baby can take me to Medford, Oregon.
I already have an RV space lined up: 401 East 12th Street #17, Medford, Oregon. I'll be paying $265 plus electric. Of course I will try and get Internet service like I have had here in Lucerne.
I cant stop and think too much about my brother. It tears me up! He's my little brother! Becase he is mentally disabled and behaves more like a child makes it even more heartbreaking. I just need to get there.
5-27-13 Monday 6:58pm
Well, I am here. Not existantial 'here' but, here in Oregon. I have seen, hugged, my little brother a few times. HE finlly told mother his 'condition'. She wont have any of 'IT'. It's voodoo and the 'evil eye' and he's fine. I sent her my montly letter and money ($50.00) along with my subdued concern about his health. I don't want to have her torture herself about Franklins health but since he told her, and her denial of 'IT', I felt I better have an explanation of why I was suddendly here with him. She called as soon as she got the letter. ( I send her a letter at the end of the month because that's when she runs out of money. She's on Social Security but LOVES to play the lottery).
Franklin is ill but he wont tell me anything about it. I am sorry to say I find that disheatening but conferting at the same time. When I ask him how he's doing he ALWAYS says fine! I WANT to believe that so...I don't go any deepr. I guess I WANT to know he is 'FINE'.
It's raining. Again. I have my moments of tears. I guess heavens has those moments as well.
I have been at Lucerne On The Lake RV park since October of last year. Tomorrow I leave for Medford, Oregon. My younger brother has terminal lung cancer. I found out about three weeks ago. I cried and prayed. Still doing both from time to time. Before I had been reluctant to travel because I had a leak and overheating on my way here from Pittsburg, California. Well, I hope and pray this baby can take me to Medford, Oregon.
I already have an RV space lined up: 401 East 12th Street #17, Medford, Oregon. I'll be paying $265 plus electric. Of course I will try and get Internet service like I have had here in Lucerne.
I cant stop and think too much about my brother. It tears me up! He's my little brother! Becase he is mentally disabled and behaves more like a child makes it even more heartbreaking. I just need to get there.
5-27-13 Monday 6:58pm
Well, I am here. Not existantial 'here' but, here in Oregon. I have seen, hugged, my little brother a few times. HE finlly told mother his 'condition'. She wont have any of 'IT'. It's voodoo and the 'evil eye' and he's fine. I sent her my montly letter and money ($50.00) along with my subdued concern about his health. I don't want to have her torture herself about Franklins health but since he told her, and her denial of 'IT', I felt I better have an explanation of why I was suddendly here with him. She called as soon as she got the letter. ( I send her a letter at the end of the month because that's when she runs out of money. She's on Social Security but LOVES to play the lottery).
Franklin is ill but he wont tell me anything about it. I am sorry to say I find that disheatening but conferting at the same time. When I ask him how he's doing he ALWAYS says fine! I WANT to believe that so...I don't go any deepr. I guess I WANT to know he is 'FINE'.
It's raining. Again. I have my moments of tears. I guess heavens has those moments as well.
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