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Miracles Do Happen-Afterword

I began my memoir in 2001 right after my beloved Mother died. I was in a terrible depression after having been under tremendous stress for eight years and wrote over 800 pages the month I began it. It took me ten years to edit it down to publishable length and to finally get so frustrated with one of my siblings that I decided I would publish it. I sent all three of them the last two chapters outlining from my perspective what had happened the eight years between my Father and Mother's deaths. The first 20 chapters detailed family history and the good, the bad, and the strange "spiritual" things that had happened the first 63 years of my life.
For the past 13 years my three siblings and I have been estranged. I haven't seen my baby brother or sister since Mom's funeral in 2001. Jim called and I did visit my older brother after he was diagnosed with cancer but after the memoir was published in 2011, he disowned me. He died in 2012 and I wasn't mentioned in his claimed he only had one I didn't go to his funeral, I did cry a lot, send a big wreath, and I still pray for him.
Last week I got news that my baby brother was gravely ill and not expected to last more than two weeks. He wanted to go home to die and they brought him home last Friday, the same day I found out how ill he was. He had been in hospitals most of the last two years and wanted no more...after a number of surgeries he told his wife, "Enough is enough...I feel like they are cutting me up in little pieces."

 He was ready to do it his way.

I went off the deep end again. I called my oldest son and told him I wanted to go to my brothers funeral and would love to see Robert before he died...what should I do? He called Robert's wife and she told him Robert wanted to see me too and to hurry, she didn't know how long he would stay coherent after they took him off dialysis. I notified another son and daughter and met them and they drove me "home" the next day...the first time in those long 13 years I had been back to where I grew up. Sunday morning my oldest two sons and daughter and I went to my brother's home who lived next door to where Mom and Dad used to live. It was a nostalgic journey and I had no idea what I would say to anyone. I need not have worried myself sick.
When I bent over his hospital bed in his living room to give Robert a kiss on the cheek he told me, "I've been waiting to see you."
I almost lost it but was able to have a healing conversation with him. Everyone was very nice and gracious, my sister came by for awhile. It was a blessing for us all and Robert and my oldest son made it happen. I received a call the next day, Robert had passed away early that morning, less than 24 hours after I saw him..
I decided to call my older brother's wife the following day knowing I would see her at Robert's funeral. I found out from her Robert's wife had told her I was coming over and she came too but got there soon after we left.. When she heard my voice she told me she never answers "unknown" numbers but didn't have her glasses on and decided to chance it. We were both grateful she did. We talked over an hour about a lot of things and it was healing for both of us. I had gotten a note from a niece telling me how sick Jim was also but when I called a family member to find out where he was so I could go visit, I wasn't told the truth and that inspired me to publish my book.
I've been pretty shook up all week and I'm sure Robert's funeral will be emotional for me but I do believe Mom, Dad, Jim, and Robert will all be smiling down on all us stubborn Kolojaco's.
I've thought a lot this week about having published our family's tribulations but I've yet to feel much regret. It was the truth about my strange journey the way destiny divined it and I don't regret very much of my life at all...just the last 13 wasted years.
I've believed in miracles since I was seven years old and I have documented several in black and white just the way they happened in the memoir. Truth can be stranger than fiction.
After Afterword
  My immediate family at Robert's Celebration Of Life Luncheon one half block from where we all grew up. It was held at the Newgulf Club House that holds so many wonderful memories for all of us who lived in our "Little Paradise." I took dance lessons there as a child, went to many bridal and baby showers there including my own, danced there most every Friday night during high school, and the last time I had been there was my parents 50th wedding anniversary celebration...a wonderful happy day. It's on the golf course Robert had loved dearly and the last place he worked before he became ill. He called it his "dream job."




        Can you cry under water?

How important does a person
 have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? 

Why do you have to 'put your two cents in'... but it's only a 'penny for your thoughts'?  Where's that extra penny going to?

Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? 
Why does a round pizza come in a square box? 

What disease did cured ham actually have?

How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

Why is it that people say they 'slept like a baby' when babies wake up like every two hours?

If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?

Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?

Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

Why do doctors leave the room while you change?
They're going to see you naked anyway...

Why is 'bra' singular and 'panties' plural?

Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?

If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? 

Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours?
They're both dogs!

If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner?

If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

Why did you just try singing the two songs above?

Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?

Why, Why, Why

Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead? 

Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money?

Why does someone
 believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection? 

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'? 

If people evolved from apes,
why are there still apes?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

Is there ever a day that mattresses
are not on sale?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance? 

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over? 

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

And my FAVORITE......... 

The statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons are suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you.




Road Signs Worth Slowing Down For

 Don't go a half MPH over the speed limit.
 People and cows cross here.
 Don't even think about using a water gun.
 Too many potholes?
 A weird sense of humor.
 Be sure you don't click it.
 OK lovers...beware dead ends.
 A noble warning indeed.
 But it does have a name.
 Wonder how many wrecks happened at this intersection?
 Don't exceed the pee limit.
 These are some REALLY fast eye surgeons.
 Up to that point's OK?
 Was this street worker a sot?
 They might be on the highway.
A safe haven for our feathered friends...except at Thanksgiving.


High Tech Miscommunication

Texts Between Parents & Kids


My Summer Deck "Pot" Garden

I do love flowers and each Spring I get the "fever" to fill all my empty pots on the deck with new annuals. I can't do much in the yard because I have a "digger" dog who will plow up anything I try to plant in the flower beds so I have to stick to the pots I keep up high enough he can't bother them. This is this years efforts.
Deep Pink Wave Petunias
Lavender Foxglove
                The "digger" dog surveying HIS territory from HIS picnic bench.
                                       Snoop has "pruned" the lower branches but the ones
                                           he can't reach on the Rose Of Sharon are nice.
                                                                Golden Marigolds
              I grow the gladiolas in the front yard where
  Snoop can't get to them.
                                                                   Red Impatiens
                                                                     Red Begonias
                                                                Pink Begonias
Coral Pink Miniature Roses
                                                           Red Orange Geraniums
                                                                    Hot Pink Vinca
Red Orange Double Hibiscus
           The Chili Peppers Are Huge
The Mammoth Jalapenos Are Quite Prolific Too
Red Luna Hibiscus
My Favorite Of All My Plants...The Muy Grande  Hot Pink Luna
           Dinner Plate Size Hibiscus I've Had For Eight Years.
It's Actually A Perennial That Freezes And Comes Back Bigger
               The Next Year. This Is The First Bloom This Year But
It's Loaded With Buds. It's About Six Feet Tall
And Five Feet Wide This Summer.
I Call This My "Coffee Perch" View. It's What I See Every Morning From The
Covered Part Of The Deck I Sit Under To Drink My Coffee. 45 Pots Of Pretty Blossoms
And The Neighbors Beautiful Overhanging Pink Crepe Myrtles.