Such A DAY!

The anniversary of the September 11th memorial tribute is opening a wound that never healed for me.

The aftermath of carnage leaves holes in your soul.
I will never be able to get the images out of my head. People jumping to their death, people panicked walk running across the Brooklyn Bridge. A woman scorched laying on the ground close to one of the subway entrances opposite Pace University.
There is a void in my life. I tired to makeup for that void by anchoring myself and rushing into remarriage with a man I only knew for ten months.
Not what I'd recommend to anyone whose recently experienced traumatic life events that become historic event's.
Add the toxic people that were coming for me because my exhusband left me as his beneficiary on several life insurance policies.
While that was going on my ex's XFiance decided to contact my deceased husbands estranged family. A family that never met him. My exhusband was planning to meet his biological father and his half siblings.
I can't even make this stuff up it's so bizarre.
This fruitloop decided to instigate conflict between myself and my exhusbands half sister. I kid you not!
This woman [half sister] started calling me making threats. I just ignored this lost soul and offered to pray for her. After I told her to #gfyah expletive. Use your imagination!
So at Peter's memorial service at St. Anselems, South Bronx NY, this half sister attempted to block me from returning back to my seat at the pew in church.
YES this crazy shit happened! So the lady that I am I just basically had to barrel over her. Had she of raised her hands to me, well that would have been grounds for an arrest.
Dumb leading dumb never is a well contrived act.
His poor half sister had some recurring problems and she died just a few years after I had the pleasure of meeting her.
Now fast forward, here it is 18 years later and the predictions that were made regarding feckless spending, two separate foreclosures homes that were paid in full have sadly come to fruition.
Like Peter said, couldn't shine your shoes.
Sleep in peace my bittaboy.
His dear Mom would call him bittaboy with her German accent. He loved chocolate so that was one of his nicknames.
Until we meet again you're forever my guide and my guardian angel.
To the moon and back. Love honeybee ❤😢