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A year ago today

Discussion in 'Coping After a Sudden Loss' started by Ray G., Mar 6, 2020.

  1. Ray G.

    Ray G. Well-Known Member

    My Dainty Dearness and
    I were very content. Some
    time in the mid afternoon
    Sofia came back from doing
    errands car registration etc.
    I was in the backroom
    on the 'puter when she
    walked in. I kissed her an
    with a bikers doo- rag I
    breathed upon her silver
    half-glasses and cleaned
    them for her. They hung
    across her breasts by a
    pearl beaded chain.
    We had a snack an
    watched t.v. then on to
    the land of intimate
    doings.
    We never knew it was the
    end for us two days later.
    when she became quite ill
    around 4:30 am and around
    5:30 she was taken to the
    hospital, never to return to
    38 avenue.
     
  2. Ray G.

    Ray G. Well-Known Member

    Well to make a long story
    short, Sofia's so called brother
    Alex Nicolas nee Panigotacos
    Public records clerk up in
    Tallahassee ratted out his
    sister and I to the hospital
    who up till then believed I
    was her husband. That call
    may have been because
    a narcississtic snake had to
    be in control and as usual
    no 1 sees him for yrs then
    when something happens
    he gallops to the scene on
    his white stallion and effs
    it all up.
    Untill that deadly phone
    call Alex made and I am
    sure he got off making it,
    Sofia had a 40% chance of
    getting through this. Alex,
    I can only hope the rest
    of your life is filled with
    the deepest of sorrow
    for what you have done
    And that every one where
    you work knows what a
    loathesome evil person
    you are.
     
  3. Ray G.

    Ray G. Well-Known Member

    "The silence from my family. . .
    the desperate need to not
    talk to a brother who has so
    had not only the rug pulled
    out from under him but the
    Floor and joists below it as
    well. . . the silence is so thick
    it can be cut with a fork."