What A Summer. . .

Diary Entry - 25


It has been a somewhat long, difficult and hot summer.  I am sure that at the end, something awaits that is bigger, better and lesser in emotional upheaval.  I am fairly certain that I have cried myself all out.

Following my mother-in-laws death in May, Ariel's bridal shower a week later then her wedding two weeks ago. . . My beautiful and multi-talented sister (in-law) passed away, at 39, a week ago after undergoing a three year battle with her cancer.  It has been a very difficult passing, hard on everyone who knew and loved her. . . .  Finally, God called her home and released her from her unending pain and suffering.  I think if my brother Victor had attended the funeral. . .he would have been lynched, as I would have been the one to throw the rope over the tree.  He had the balls to send her a get-well card back in the early summer, when she took a turn for the worse.

On the upside, I still don't have a relationship with my family. . . I have reconnected with so many of my old friends from school, on Facebook, with the latest being Angie Fowler Bruning. . .who was my best friend and cousin of "he who shall not be named". . . who, by the way, has seemingly forgotten that we are friends. . .(I hope this is unintentional!).

I am a posting my photography now on an artist website and getting great reviews, even an offer to buy some of them (who knew) and I am still writing on various subjects in different arena's.

I still feel somewhat disconnected from everything, I visit Todd's grave whenever I can, his headstone is up.  My father had carved " Son of Delores and Harry McFarland"  how very generous of him, especially when you consider that he spends my inheritance on his mistress. . .

I am fairly certain the while my family is completely delusional, fucked up and possess less than stellar morals. . .we must not be the only ones. . . .????

I am going to post more later tonight, as I have much to say. . . it is so much easier to write when you are relaxed, sipping wine and soaking in a jacuzzi. . . till later, my little chicken's. . .