Whut tah tell da chillun

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Excuse the subject line. I spent the last few days writting a story

that is spoken in southern black dialect of the 1860's to the

present. It takes place in about 1901. I had to write my own

vocabulary list.

Anyways the post from Gingersnap88 was excellent.Do I call you

Ginger or Snap?

You know kids have a strange way of absorbing knowledge. Sometimes

you can cram it, but usually just giving them what they can

comprehend, a little at a time,is how they retain it.

Feel the water before you jump in. Dinner at Mcs may not be

the right time, but, you will know when.

Now teenagers have a grasp on death through the passing of friends,

family and classmates. They like to think they are immortal, but then

they have deep questions about death and what happens afterwards.

They also are not real communictive unless with peers or talking you

into going to the mall. They seem to be indiffernt at times, but

usually it is they just don't know what to say. We all been there.

Give them the info they can handle a little at a time.

Now with autism, they should be aware that mummy/dada will not be

around forever. But you are here now and when you are feeling good we

can go out to play and when you are feeling bad maybe a good movie in

the house.

You know, we don't ever die completely. Energy, which we are, can

never be destroyed. It just changes form or moves on elsewhere. I

know this is not what most people want to hear because it validates

the fact that we will all pass on over.

You know, when I am in a room with my six kids and 3 grandkids their

dry skin gets in the air and sometimes they even breathe in and out.

I breath this in (sounds kinda gross) and they are forever with me.

Same if I meet you. There is always a part of people we interact

with, with us at all times.

We die, but our energy is always around somewhere. So I reckon I am

not afraid of dying. I do worry about those I leave behind but the

world got by without me before.

You picked a good time to get cirrhosis. 10 years ago there wasn't

much to do and 20 years ago it was a death sentence. Today we have

more than hope.

Fuzzy's story:

Once there was this guy who ignored all the signs...black,tarry

stools...coffee grind vomit. Tired? We all get tired. $ years earlier

they told him Hep C was nothing to worry about, just don't give blood.

Well, this guy finally passed out and luckily a friend came and

called the EMT's. At the hospital he had a hemoglobin rate of 3.8

when it should of been around 14.0 give or take a little.

He kept bleeding dispite surgeries to stop it. He got sicker and

sicker. Finally they sent him to the Medical Center at Univ of Mich

for a TIPS or maybe a new liver.

He arrived with pneumonia, Adult Risperatory Distress Syndrome,

Sepsis Syndrome, Esophageal Varicies causing the GI bleed.

He was too sick for a TIPS or liver transplant. He wouldn't survive.

He slipped into a coma and they made him comfortable to die.

30 days later he woke up (another story). He started walking. He

left the hospital(walking, no wheelchair) 3 days later.

10 years later he is typing you this letter.

The Dr said " Fuzzy, I shouldn't be talking to you. "

Fuzzy mumbled " Wha wha wat u mean? "

" We didn't cure you " she said, " God healed you " .

Fuzzy went home. People asked " How's that new liver? "

" I grew kind of attached of my own and decided to keep it "

Fuzzy continued to get better and better(some setbacks). But Fuzzy

decided to take charge of his own body and illnesses.

He is now Hep C free, thanks to science, though he still supposedly

has cirrhosis.

remember we can talk ourselves into having illnesses and we can talk

ourselves into being well. I AM well. I AM healthy. I yam what I yam.

If I rant and ramble on and on remember that I had over 3 1/2

gallons of blood put into me which is something like 30 different

people, and they all want to talk at once.

Keep the kids informed with what they can understand and just be

patient with them.

Patience. Impatient people are only trying to rush through life.

Stop and smell the roses. Play with the kids at the playground. Roll

down a hill. Laugh. Stick out your tongue.

If you knew you only had a day or two ta live, who would you call?

What are you waiting for? Mend them fences.Burn them grudges. Love

is contagious.

I better cut down on my coffee,

Fuzzy The Mugwop