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June 21, 2020.




June 21,2020.

So much to say. I guess the easiest would be this.

Happy Birthday Dad.
Happy Father’s Day Dad.
Happy Father’s Day to my amazing husband Jack.

That would be easy words.. only if:

This day didn’t include a visit to the cemetery.
My dads life was not cut short by the denial & drugs.
He was robbed of so much. But justice for him will come. The amount of disrespect is disgusting, & only to think the fingers were pointed at me... so thankful the truth is being exposed..
My husbands 3rd son was still living to celebrate with him.

Ugh. I will just leave all that right there.. you know why?
Because the truth will expose all the lies soon....

FB post:

Today just isn’t a easy day on my heart.. it’s sooo full yet sooo broken... I am so thankful for this man who gave me the biggest blessing that life can give, 3 of the most amazing, caring, fun, handsome, God fearing boys! #Boymom Yet, one is now the most beautiful angel & missed & loved more than I can even put into words.. #Angelmom This man goes above and beyond for us daily! I could not have picked a better daddy to my boys or husband for myself! But today comes with aches as there should be another little boy celebrating with us! We love you sooo much baby! Thanks for being an amazing dad & husband!! 💙💙💙💙 And with a twist, it’s my daddy’s birthday & Fathers Day for him! But he was taken way to soon.. and for those that know that truth is very hard for me because he should be here celebrating his birthday & Father’s Day with us too! Daddy I hope you and SidneyBlake are having all the cake and fun today! I am so angry, sad, frustrated, yet I’m so full of love, joy & happiness at the same time... it’s such a mix of feelings! That’s all the words I have today! I miss them both so much and had I known what I did now, they could both possibly still be here...

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