today is the day a group of rebellious and mostly illiterate individuals had the balls to stand up and say "No" and the fortitude to back it up, whether at a high cost or not. It is Independence Day for my American brethren, and though I am no patriot of any particular government faction, I do like a cause for celebration. So, what better a celebration than to kill animals over an open fire, pull up tubers and fry them in oil and spin sugar into tufts to make ourselves sick and sated with all the goodness that makes us "think" we are free.
Before you jump off the cliff with the rest of the lemmings, understand I do support ALL men and women everywhere who fight for whatever meager freedom they can scratch out from the oppressors whether they wear a suit or battle armour. I won't go to any great efforts today as it is a day to remind me of how not free I am. I used to love to take Lobo to the fireworks and packing a basket and cooler and clothes and such and making a day of it. Only now the "day" part is not allowed and her father saw himself an opportunity to oppress the woman he loved once who bore him the gorgeous child he only wants to see ten days a year and two weeks on her's and my "special" holiday. It is a day of remembrance and she is fifteen hundred miles away, dropped off at his parents' house while he goes partying in the woods, thus separating her and her momma. No barbecue, no red-white & blue outfits and no quality time. He wanted to take this time as his, breaking a tradition for her and I(the last five years he's done this to anger me and the first ten we had a well established ritual) in the hopes he will generate some spark of affinity with her that will equal my love for her, and then abandons her to family that never calls(ever)throughout the year to see if she's alive.
I am angry and alone today despite a house full of nieces and nephews. I want to be supportive of soldiers and freedom, but I just can't put on the colorful bow-tie and sing Yankee Doodle Dandy when I feel I am punished and not free from the harassment and ire that we have for each other. Yes, I am in counseling and it is quite normal to suffer a loss during a special occasion so this is my "boo-hoo" parade.
I hope tonight when I am watching Craig Fergus-...(oops)...Michael Chiklis and the Boston Pops Orchestra show the rest of the country how to be thankful, that she is watching it or thinking of her momma. I hope that all the soldiers and their families know that two people, contriving up a very small family tree, are appreciative of their sacrifices, despite their anti-war stand. I am no fool. My father and sister and all three husbands served, and there isn't a man, woman or child who doesn't have someone in their life or who had been in their life who served. Lobo's godmother, Lori, was in the Gulf War and my pop was in Viet Nam. I love them dearly, even if I don't understand why/what/who/when/where & how they came to the decision to fight for a country in other parts of the world when there is so much work to be done here to make ourselves better. So, I agree to honor(but not obey *giggles)those sacrifices and tip my "hat" to you. All are welcome in my heart and all are loved no matter what.
Happy Fourth everyone and stay safe, drink a few less than you plan and love the ones your with...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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