When you think about it… I put the most amazing performance of my life on for the last 60 years…. yet the war paint was worn by others as I did not hide… I was always in plain sight and had to look for those hiding in plain sight….
I have asked Mike on numerous occasions about certain things I have done and let him in on what I did to get someone to leave our home, just before I got my memories back….he is learning to tell when I am playing a part or being me… and he is the only human that knows me….
You see, I watched and learned and most of all I acted………………………. gifts were given, a roof over the head, driving lessons and old car and all the time I played the dutiful sister and daughter…. I was there when possible until the tide started to turn and their fear grew that I was remembering………..
As the time passed, I continued the gifts, the contact, the effort… always seeking the answers to a play that continued in my mind, but not allowed to participate…..
She told me to butt out and I did… yet lil bro did not do the job and get her the money and a few years later, she crept back in my door through her mini me… and I did the dirty and got her the money she never deserved, nor did the dead man who wore the uniform….. and nice they played, they thought I had let things slip to the side again, because again….
I was acting the part of dutiful daughter and sister….. and all of a sudden the money has run out and I am not available to help fill those greedy hands… and she reaches out again… by this time…..
November 5, 2017 was now imprinted in my brain and the death of 26 innocents at the hands of a deranged Air Force Airmen….
The trigger on November 7, 2017 when I spoke of that shooting I remembered Big Springs, Texas 1967 Webb AFB….
I remembered Margie’s death at her hands and the secrets they all kept at her expense….
No more Christmas cards from them… No more birthday cards from them….
Them….. Margie Remembers…..and will never forgive them….
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Sgt. USAF DAV I Remember… Margie….