On Losing The Love Of My Life...(A Love Letter To Sir Hathaway)

*UPDATE* 

Sir Hathaway

April 15th, 2008 - August 30th, 2013

This is a hard blog to write...

Maybe the hardest ever.

After weeks of vet visits, tests, nursing him long days and sleepless, scary nights, and hoping for the best while fearing and preparing for the worst, I finally know what I've been walking through...and must now face...

Sir Hathaway, my precious baby boy, has metastasized cancer in his lymph nodes, liver and a tumor in his heart. I just got the official diagnosis tonight after waiting for the tests results and X-rays. He is terminal and he will have to be put to sleep. He is only 5...

I'm not ready to to do that yet... I can't. And the vet said it wasn't critical to do so just yet... That there may be a few more precious days of remote life quality for me to share with him... So, he will be on heavy medication for the next week to make him comfortable. If he feels better, we will postpone for a little while so we can enjoy each other with some normalcy for a couple of weeks, so long as he's not suffering (If he's weaker, or in pain, I'll have to say goodbye next week, or sooner, if he lasts that long). That way he will be more like himself and can enjoy the love I will smother him with until it's time to say goodbye in the vet's office where I'll be holding him when he goes to sleep for the final time in my arms.

I'm writing because I cannot speak right now and don't know when I will feel up to...well...anything other than breathing for a while... Please just pray for me, because dealing with my own illness, this move that has been forced upon me against my will in two months (landlord is selling), and everything else I've been going through that I'm not even about to discuss on the web, I'm at the end of my strength and the end of my hope and I just need a lot of prayer, love and light. I feel like I'm drowning in an abyss so dark and dim that I may never see light again. I know that isn't true, but my heart...

My heart...

I don't know how to say goodbye to the entity that has given me the greatest, most unconditional, most amazing love I've ever known outside of God. Over and over again, for the last five+ years, through set backs and abusive relationships, moves and mistakes, heart breaks and disappointments...through it all, that little man has been there. I was his world...and he was shameless in making that known from 5 weeks old when he could still fit in the palm of my hand until this very moment when he heard me sobbing for him and used all if his tiny strength to climb the stairs to be near me. I was always the love of his life, and he has been mine. He loves me better than any person I've ever loved has ever loved me back... He's loved me better than anyone. Even now, he can barely move, and he's trying to comfort me by laying at my feet... He showed me what real love truly is. What it looks like. How it behaves. He has been the greatest teacher for me thus far...

Hathaway saved me. He saved my life in ways I can't even explain more times than I can count. How ironic, then, that I cannot save his...

Our love story is coming to an end. But I am grateful for the precious time we've had. Even now, I am grateful. And, I still have my beloved Amina, his gorgeous little twin, who has always been the life of the party, to keep me company...though I worry for her loss, too... They've never been apart...
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...I just hope and pray he will make it through this...these next few days...we can part in the way I imagine and not by surprise... My greatest fear is waking up and finding him... ... ...

...That I can make him feel as loved and as comfortable as possible until the end of our journey together...and that it ends gently, gracefully, painlessly with peace and LOVE...

Mommy loves you, Hathaway (*singing him his personal lullaby*)... Forever and ever and ever...

LOVE...

Mommy

#Broken
#Undone
#MyHeart

"Daddy's Song" (Reposted As A Permanent Memoir...)

Tᴏᴅᴀʏ...

Aᴜɢᴜsᴛ 19ᴛʜ...

Tʜɪs Dᴀʏ Mᴀʀᴋs Fᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ (*Nᴏᴡ FIFTEEN*) Lᴏɴɢ Yᴇᴀʀs Sɪɴᴄᴇ A Cʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟʟʏ Iɴsᴀɴᴇ Sᴇʀɪᴀʟ Kɪʟʟᴇʀ Nᴀᴍᴇᴅ Jᴜᴀɴ Cᴏᴠɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ (Oɴᴇ Oғ Tʜᴇ Fᴇᴡ Bʟᴀᴄᴋ/Aғʀᴏ-Lᴀᴛɪɴᴏ Sᴇʀɪᴀʟ Mᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀs Iɴ Pʜɪʟᴀᴅᴇʟᴘʜɪᴀ's/Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ's Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ) Sʜᴏᴛ Aɴᴅ Kɪʟʟᴇᴅ Mʏ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ... Tʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs Iɴ Tʜᴇ Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Oғ A Pʀᴀʏᴇʀ Mᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ Tʜᴀᴛ Hᴇ, As Tʜᴇ Pᴀsᴛᴏʀ, Wᴀs Lᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ... I Sᴀᴡ Iᴛ Oɴ Tʜᴇ 10 O'ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ Nᴇᴡs Lᴏɴɢ Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ Tʜᴇ Pʜᴏɴᴇ Eᴠᴇʀ Rᴀɴɢ... Aɴᴅ Sᴏᴍᴇ Yᴇᴀʀs Lᴀᴛᴇʀ Oɴ Aɴ Eᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ Oғ "20/20" Eɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ "Lɪɢʜᴛs, Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ, Mᴜʀᴅᴇʀ" — Wʜᴇʀᴇ Iᴛ Wᴀs Fᴀʟsᴇʟʏ Rᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ Oɴᴄᴇ Aɢᴀɪɴ Tʜᴀᴛ Tʜᴀᴛ Mᴀɴɪᴀᴄ Wᴇ Dɪᴅɴ'ᴛ Eᴠᴇɴ Kɴᴏᴡ Wᴀs Rᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ Tᴏ Us Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ Tʜᴇ Mᴇᴅɪᴀ Is Bᴏᴛʜ Iɴsᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ Aɴᴅ Iʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ...

Yᴏᴜ Wᴏᴜʟᴅ Tʜɪɴᴋ Aғᴛᴇʀ Aʟʟ Tʜᴇsᴇ Yᴇᴀʀs Tʜᴇ Vᴇʀʏ Gʀᴏᴡɴ Uᴘ Mᴇ Wᴏᴜʟᴅ Bᴇ Sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ Nᴜᴍʙ Aɴᴅ Uɴᴀғғᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ Bʏ Tʜɪs Dᴀᴛᴇ Oʀ Bʏ Tʜᴇ Vᴇʀʏ Yᴏᴜɴɢ Gɪʀʟ Lɪᴠɪɴɢ Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Oғ Mᴇ Wʜᴏ Sᴛɪʟʟ Wʀᴇsᴛʟᴇs Wɪᴛʜ Sᴏ Mᴀɴʏ Lɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ Sᴄᴀʀs... Mʏ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs Dɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ Aɴᴅ Iᴛ's Cɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs. Mʏ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's Iɴᴇxᴄᴜsᴀʙʟᴇ Lᴀᴄᴋ Oғ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ Iɴ Mʏ Lɪғᴇ (Wʜɪᴄʜ Cᴀɴ Nᴏᴛ Bᴇ Sᴀɪᴅ Fᴏʀ Mʏ Yᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ Sɪsᴛᴇʀ Wʜᴏ's Iʟʟᴇɢɪᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ Bɪʀᴛʜ Dᴜʀɪɴɢ Mʏ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛ's Mᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ Cᴀᴜsᴇᴅ Oᴜʀ Pᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ Sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ)... Tʜᴇ 6 Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs Tʜᴀᴛ Hᴀᴅ Nᴇᴀʀʟʏ Rɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ Oғғ Tʜᴇ Rɪɢʜᴛ Sɪᴅᴇ Oғ Hɪs Fᴀᴄᴇ Wʜᴇɴ Iᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇ Tɪᴍᴇ Tᴏ I.D. Hɪs Bᴏᴅʏ... Tʜᴇ Rᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ Aɴxɪᴇᴛʏ Dɪsᴏʀᴅᴇʀ, PTSD Aɴᴅ Sᴜʙsᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇɴᴛ Pᴀɴɪᴄ Aᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs... 

Aɴᴅ, Yᴇs, Sᴏᴍᴇ Yᴇᴀʀs Iᴛ Cᴀᴍᴇ Aɴᴅ Wᴇɴᴛ Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ Mᴜᴄʜ Fᴀɴғᴀʀᴇ. Aɴᴅ Mᴏsᴛ Dᴀʏs Nᴏɴᴇ Oғ Tʜᴇsᴇ Tʜɪɴɢs Eᴠᴇɴ Cʀᴏss Mʏ Mɪɴᴅ.

Tʜɪs Is Nᴏᴛ Oɴᴇ Oғ Tʜᴏsᴇ Dᴀʏs.

Mᴀʏʙᴇ Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I Aᴍ Oʟᴅᴇʀ Aɴᴅ Bᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ Mᴏʀᴇ Fᴜʟʟʏ Iɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ As Aɴ Aᴅᴜʟᴛ, Tʜᴇ Mᴀɢɴɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ Oғ Wʜᴀᴛ I'ᴠᴇ Sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ Hᴏʟᴅs Gʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ... Aɴᴅ, Mᴀʏʙᴇ Wʜɪʟᴇ A Pᴀʀᴛ Oғ Mᴇ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ Tʀᴜʟʏ Gʀɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ, Aɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Sɪʟᴇɴᴛ, Dᴇᴇᴘʟʏ Bᴜʀɪᴇᴅ Pᴀʀᴛ Oғ Mᴇ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ Sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ...

I Oғᴛᴇɴ Wᴏɴᴅᴇʀ Exᴀᴄᴛʟʏ Hᴏᴡ Dᴏᴇs Oɴᴇ Gʀɪᴇᴠᴇ Aɴ Eᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss Tʜᴀᴛ Exᴛᴇɴᴅs Sᴏ Fᴀʀ Bᴇʏᴏɴᴅ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ? Tʜᴇʀᴇ's Sᴏ Mᴜᴄʜ I Cᴏᴜʟᴅ Sᴀʏ, Bᴜᴛ I Dᴏᴜʙᴛ I'ᴅ Fɪɴᴅ Aɴ Aᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ Aᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇ...Tʜᴇ Pᴇʀsᴏɴ I Nᴇᴇᴅ Mᴏsᴛ Tᴏ Sᴘᴇᴀᴋ Wɪᴛʜ Is Lᴏɴɢ Gᴏɴᴇ... Bᴇsɪᴅᴇs, I Wᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ Eᴠᴇɴ Kɴᴏᴡ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Tʜᴇ Cᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Wɪᴛʜ Tʜᴇ Pᴇʀsᴏɴ I Aᴍ Mᴏsᴛ Lɪᴋᴇ Iɴ Tʜᴇ Wᴏʀʟᴅ, Bᴜᴛ Wɪᴛʜ Wʜᴏᴍ I Hᴀᴠᴇ Nᴏ Sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ Pʜᴏᴛᴏs Aɴᴅ Fᴇᴡ Mᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs, Wᴏᴜʟᴅ Eᴠᴇɴ Bᴇɢɪɴ...

Sᴏ, I'ʟʟ Jᴜsᴛ Tᴜʀɴ Tᴏ Mʏ Oɴᴇ Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ... Mʏ Lᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ; Mʏ Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ Cᴏᴅᴇ.

Mᴜsɪᴄ.

I Tʜɪɴᴋ Tʜɪs Oʟᴅ Rᴏᴜɢʜ Dʀᴀғᴛ Sᴏɴɢ Wʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ 1999 Sᴀʏs Iᴛ Aʟʟ...As I Hᴀᴠᴇ Nᴏ Mᴏʀᴇ Wᴏʀᴅs Tᴏᴅᴀʏ...

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❞𝑾ʜᴀᴛ 𝑰 𝑪ᴏᴜʟᴅ 𝑵ᴏᴛ 𝑺ᴀʏ 𝑻ʜᴇɴ (𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀❜𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮)❞ 

(LYRICS)

“WHAT I COULD NOT SAY THEN (Daddy's Song)”

(VERSE I)

I know it hasn’t been real long;

But, I had to write this simple song

To say all the things I could not say then

For all the times you made me cry; 

Missed holidays, Birthdays and lies

I’d nothing to hold onto in the end

All of the angry words I said; 

You couldn’t know what’s in my head

You broke my heart long before I was grown

Just when I thought you’d be around

With 13 bullets you were found

Abandoned again, guess I’m on my own

(BRIDGE I)

Daddy I'm trying to make sense 

Of the love you gave

And because you were not there 

I am so afraid 

To be loved

I'm tired of anger and I'm trying to heal

But, I need to know

Is love ever real?

(VERSE II)

I thought something was wrong with me; 

You never said I was pretty

All the things little girls 

So need to hear

And, through my anger and my pain; 

Daddy, I loved you just the same

All I ever wanted was you here

(BRIDGE II)

Daddy, I know that the truth is 

You were so ashamed

You thought that seeing your failure 

Would bring me pain

So, Daddy I'm trying to say all of the 

Things I could not say

Like how I'd hoped you'd be the one 

To give me away

Daddy, I wish you had known the truth

I lived my whole life...looking for you

(VAMP)

Daddy, there's some things 

You need to know

Though you were not there 

God helped me to grow

He taught me my worth, 

I know who I am

Because of His love 

I now understand

So, Daddy I forgive you 

And, it's time to say 

Goodbye..

(VERSE III)

I know it hasn't been real long 

But, I had to write to this simple song

To say all of the things 

I could not say then… 

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 ***2016 UPDATE***

My Sister Has Since Transitioned From Hereditary Breast Cancer, And, If It Isn't Clear From My Post, The Fault For The Disintegration Of My Family, Proper Relationship With My Father, And Life As A Child--Was Her Selfish And Immoral Mother's (Who Started Sleeping With My Married Father When I Was A Baby Which Is Why We Were Less Than 3 Years Apart), And The Weakness And Irresponsibility Of My Father — Not Her's. I Miss Her. Terribly... Shalom.

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***February 28th, 2024 UPDATE***

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𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝐴𝑑𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑇𝑜 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑂𝑟 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑦 𝑂𝑟 𝐴𝑠𝑘 𝐼𝑓 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐼𝑡 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑇𝑜 𝐶𝑢𝑡 𝐴 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒...🥺

𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 19𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑒 25 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠... 𝐴 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑓 𝐴 𝐶𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑦! 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝐵𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝐺𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐷𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝑆𝑒𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑂𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑟 — 𝐼 𝑂𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢. 𝐼 𝑊𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑊𝑒'𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑇𝑜 𝐵𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒...𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 — 𝑂𝑟, 𝑆𝑜 𝐼𝑡 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑂𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑠...⏳

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑒 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑃𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 — 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐼𝑛 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝐾𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑜 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑁𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑀𝑦 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝐹𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐼𝑛 𝐴𝑛 𝑂𝑙𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡...

𝐼 𝐷𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑇𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒. 𝐼 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑁𝑜 𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑂𝑓 3 (𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒). 𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝐼 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑤 𝐸𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝐴𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔/𝐶𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑜𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑊𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑀𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑖𝑠𝑙𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝐼 𝐺𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝐴𝑠 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐴𝑠 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝐹𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑜 𝐴𝑛𝑦 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑆𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑂𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑤𝑎𝑦...🌬️

𝐼 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝑜 𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝑇𝑜 𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 — 𝐴𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝑊𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝐼𝑛 𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑂𝑤𝑛 𝑊𝑎𝑦, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝐹𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠... 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐼𝑓 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑡 𝐴𝑙𝑙...

𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑆𝑜 𝐼𝑡 𝐼𝑠 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑂𝑓 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑂𝑓 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐼'𝑚 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝐴 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑦 𝑂𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐿𝑒𝑓𝑡. 𝐼 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐾𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑂𝑓 𝐴 𝑊𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛. 𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐷𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝐼 𝐵𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑂𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑆𝑒𝑒 𝑆𝑜 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝐷𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝐴𝑚 𝑂𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟...

𝑃𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑂𝑓 𝐴 𝐶𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝐼𝑛, 𝐴𝑡 75 — 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝐷𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑇𝑜𝑜... 

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𝐼 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑊𝑒'𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑑 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑇𝑜 𝐵𝑒 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒...🎈

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