Well. You have made me cry. Azzhole. Knock it off. Ahem. Gathering and such. Back to lessons. Okay.
It's okay.
This was read at (what you posted above my FIRST step-fahter's funeral. He died on the day that he was testing his own ultra-flight airplane. He took it up knowing something was wrong. He knew the only way he would find out EXACTLY what was wrong was.... to take her up. And in so doing... he fcked up. However, he knew that would be a chance.
He was also a man who sexually abused me... and I witnessed, as a child... him with a 17 y/o woman. Not that the two connect. Just so you know.
Cac... I have been too many times on the brink of death to ever label it... or get the heck all dramatic over it anymore... jeese.. something that one should not consider... or that one should call extreme. BTDT. Next.
I've pretty much run the gamut... and in saying... I know that I am not done.
I have a cousin. Not really my cousin... but because of age, and marriage schit... we called ourselves cousins.
He... was the most... amazing... person. I loved him then, as I love him now. He is THE most happiest running Mach 3 with his hair on fire. There ain't no mountain high enough for him. That doesn't even enter into the equation. He's a navy pilot. Has been for 20 years. Been to Miramar... teaching there... went to F16s, which he considered a downgrade... back to Miramar... he's now my age and FORCED into retirement. It is causing havooc in his life. As I knew it would. No prob. He just has not emailed me yet.
I was always... the worm with the glasses on.. him at my arm.... being safe in finding a... whatever that was going to sting the SCHIT out of me... and in my stupid unaware fascination with what is... he'd say... squish. Sorry. It was going to sting you.
Me. [censored]. It was not. I was just merely looking.
Him: Trust me... it was going to sting you.
Me: [censored]
Him: Clearly, I am NOT of YOUR tale, so not worth the breath it takes for me to look at you.... so say you... female????... so ... what are we doing next?
