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I am really sorry if I don't get back with everyone but my Uncle had a Heart attack. He was extremely close to my Dad and has asked that I be with him since I am all that is left to remind him of my dad. It is a really tough situation because it is hard for me to handle this pressure. My dad was a healer and that means I have big shoes to fill. He was trained in acient healing methods while going through the very first experimental rounds of chemo therapy in the 1960's. Blahh...he was so much stronger than me and now I have to go give hope to others when I have none myself. I am not my dad... not even close. He was a hero, he saved lives and took them. What do I have to show for myself. He had killed people at 17, put his friends intestines back in his body and threw his prize; the purple heart into the ocean, was sick from vietnam at 18 and had beat cancer by 25. Me? I can draw pretty pictures and have refused to heal since I was 14 because I couldn't save him that day at The James. I watched him die and I will never forgive myself. God, I just hope that I can pull through this with my sanity. I am so sorry for this pitiful entry and putting you all through a day in my life of internal misery. Thank you all so much for just being supportive of me and saying such nice things everyday.

I love SG

Please listen to their cries. Never Forget!