The beginning....

    It started with a BANG! I was three months old, my brother was ten and mother had decided to divorce my father. She told him she was leaving and that she was taking the kids. Being that I was only a baby, I only know what I have been told about what happen that night. Basically my mother called my grandparents around 1 am and by 4 am she was lying on the floor bleeding from the gunshot wound in her leg. She called my grandparents, they called the cops and it was all down hill from there. My father was arrested, my mother was in the hospital and I was bonding with the two people in my life that meant me more to me then life its self. My mother was gone for the next three months of my life, my father was gone out of my life forever and my grandparents were becoming my parents.
    That was the first six months of my life and that short time helped to shape the person that I am today. My developing relationship with my father and mother was changed and I attached to my grandparents. Over the years I became closer to them and grew further from the arms of my mother. My father was forced to stay out of my life, so I never knew him. My grandfather became my daddy and when he died a part of me died with him. Even twelve years later I still feel the pain of losing him.
    I feel is presence with me daliy and the things that he taught me still guide me through the descions that I make in my life. I think the Divine everyday for allowing me the short time that I had with him.
More to follow later.....