Thursday, April 11, 2019

this olde bagg is 70 and loving it

Hello Lovelies.

Yours truly turned 70 on Tuesday this week. Honestly, this age suits me. I'm happier than I have ever been.
not mine but it sure looks yummy

Thank you to all who kindly wished me a good one. I must say that your wishes came to fruition. I had a blast with my grands surprising me with flowers and jelly beans of many colors and flavors (no earwax flavored though). It's always a delight to see them and this was no exception. My lovely daughter and her darling husband gifted me daffodils and a bright red glider to use while I watch my turtle babies on the backporch. And Sweet Man took me out to dinner at Pappadeux. The seafood platter with fried catfish (it tasted just like when I was a kiddo), but I think the lobster bisque was to die for.

I took myself to the junk store to shop for my birthday gift and found many glass items and metal "clankety clanks" for yard art. I will be busy with creating fun stuff for many moons to come. I'm so excited. My Sweet Man said that this couldn't be my present alone, so he has a new computer on the way. I really need one, this one has been repaired twice, had a new on/off switch put in and is begining to act up. So yay.

Now for my rant. If you have followed my adventure with my grands then you know they left my care for almost 3 years and moved to South Carolina. When GK visited us for the summers of those years, it came to my attention that she was uncomfortable (terrorized) with the thought that she would have to return to SC. She didn't relate all the graphic details at the time but her physicality and emotionality all pointed to sexual and mental abuse. Now 10 years later, both of the grands have related their abuse, at the hands of their father and grandfather, on several ocassions to many therapists and counselors as well as us.

Shortly after the time of their return to us in 2009 charges were brought against the grandfather. But he has very many "good old boy" friends in the sheriff's department and the paperwork always got lost. So to say that even though I try to practice a regime of forgiveness and love I have not forgiven either one of these men.

Grandfather is in end stage in the hospital in Columbia.

Should I be sad? Should I have compassion?

I still haven't worked out how I feel. I have held such anger for the abusers of my grands for more than a decade. I have envisioned both of this horrible human beings in agony, hell, something terrible for so long. I should let it go for me.......but honestly I have been vacillating between planning a party (ding dong the bastard's dead) and trying to make peace with the universe. But the bottom line is he (grandfather) is the one that will have to come to judgement, it's not my job to do so.

So there. If I've offended, I beg your pardon.

Smooches and squoozes,
Oma Linda

4 comments:

  1. We're getting up in years, my friend. I turned 72 in March. But we're still like two spring chickens, aren't we? I'm so sorry about grands. I know what they must be going through. Been there myself. Grandfather will definitely be judged.

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  2. I'm glad you had a wonderful birthday! Best wishes to you! Personally, I wouldn't waste compassion on any selfish bastard who had none when it counted.

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  3. First of all, Happy Birthday! So glad to hear how happy you are! I can relate. Second, there is a special hell for those type of abusive people, it is out of your hands. Your soul will be the better for letting it go since there is nothing you can do about it anyway. You did what you could by helping care for the grands all those years and helping to set them on the good path they are on now. Enjoy your clankety clanks!

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  4. happy birthday. I turn 69 in a couple of weeks. not sure how I feel about it. and it's OK to be glad the bastard is dying.

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