<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976</id><updated>2024-09-01T17:56:56.290-07:00</updated><category term="Day 10 of 365 Days of Family Support Network Therapy"/><category term="Day 13 of 365 days Family Support Network Therapy"/><category term="Day 14 Williams/Bradfort Families Support Therapy Network"/><category term="Day 15 of 365 days of family support therapy Williams/Bradfort families"/><category term="Day 16 of Williams/Bradfort family therapy 365 days support network"/><category term="Day 2 Family Therapy"/><category term="Day 9 of 365 days family support network therapy"/><category term="End of Day 11 Family Therapy Meeting"/><category term="End of Day 18 Family Therapy for 365 Days Williams/Bradfort families Support Network"/><category term="End of Day 19 Williams/Bradfort 365 days of family support network therapy"/><category term="End of Day 20 Williams/Bradfort Families Therapy Support Network"/><category term="End of Day 21 Therapy Network Support of 365 Days"/><category term="End of Day 22 of 365 Days of Families Therapy Support Network"/><category term="End of Day 23 Williams/Bradfort 365 Days Families Therapy Support Network"/><category term="End of Day 24 Williams/Bradfort 365 Days Network Support Therapy"/><category term="End of Day 25 Williams/Bradfort Families Support Network 365 Days"/><category term="End of Day 26 Williams/Bradfort Families Support Network 365 Days"/><title type='text'>amybradley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-1664999075133924043</id><published>2011-11-17T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:36:16.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Williams/Bradfords Return</title><content type='html'>The families have both been kept very busy now with keeping up not only everyday life but there therapy tools and practices as well. As we know one of the Daughters is a therapist herself, while her younger brother and Sister are in very demanding fields of work as well. Her brother builds homes, and Sister is a very skilled office worker now for a high demand company too.  There Mother is a wonderful Nurse and father is a retired carpenter himself who is now disabled but loves his family very much still and wants very much for there therapy to work and be successful for them to all do better with each other and there own lives as well too.  So these are the Williams family group then there is the Sister-in law married to the only Brother and Son here, she is also a very skilled computer worker as well and a great wife to the Son of this family a good person to have in therapy caring and understanding as well.  Then there is the eldest Daughters biological family members and her Mother&#39;s Mother as well known only as grandma self, since she was out of the families lives for so very long caring only for her own self life another part of group therapy&#39;s they all help there dear sweet nurse Mother to deal with as well too.  The Eldest daughter Kristy is always and forever in need and search of more family closeness and connections having had hidden feelings of abandonment for so many years now from her biological family members the Bradfords. She is barely only able to bring herself to trust her grandmother enough to write to now about her life and share recent photo&#39;s too.  They are a family of money and hard workers, but very close minded about just how one&#39;s life should go and Kristy is just the opposite really of them and knows they would just never fully see eye to eye on many things.  So she still keeps a safe distance to protect her own heart now.  Not, much has changed yet, except that Kristy&#39;s Brother Alan and his wife Twilla have been much more supportive of her and her Sister Mellissa is much more distant all the time and more focused on her boyfriend and her own lifestyle now too.  Which all seems well enough too Kristy too she is very happy for her little Sister now knowing this is what she had always wanted unlike herself.  Kristy just has so little trust left for a fair relationship of any kind now really. Her Mother and Father as always are very great not perfect of course but enough of what she needs now and she loves them very much too of course.  Kristy&#39;s secret hopes and prayers now are much the same as always though for more financial freedom of her own, less fear,anxiety,and depression in her life too, and just to be able to share more days of love with her family members too now.  Help them a little more with money at times too would be good for her self esteem and them too. This, is where all stand for now lets see how things move forward. Kristy is a struggling artist too selling her works online now.  More info. on these families is coming soon so stay tuned. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/1664999075133924043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2011/11/williamsbradfords-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/1664999075133924043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/1664999075133924043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2011/11/williamsbradfords-return.html' title='Williams/Bradfords Return'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-8498344231454357065</id><published>2011-11-17T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T18:57:48.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mylot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&#39;http://www.mylot.com/amybcraft77/21138&#39;&gt;myLot User Profile&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/8498344231454357065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2011/11/mylot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8498344231454357065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8498344231454357065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2011/11/mylot.html' title='Mylot'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-1354585874889895980</id><published>2011-07-17T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:59:23.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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There were 3 yeahs to this issue &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; read.  Then to the issue of needing more helpful activities to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;alleviate&lt;/span&gt; depression and anxiety issues, there were 6 yeahs to this issue also.  Then to the issue of all the music being played and that he liked &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;every one&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; music and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;we&#39;re&lt;/span&gt; not to argue over it.  There were 6 votes of yeah for this as well.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt; to take what his family has voted and be secure, in how he deals with it from there on out.  They now listened to &quot; Redneck Woman&quot; by Gretchen Wilson.  Then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; asked that they put in three more issues they were having trouble with, that she would file for voting on the following week.  They cleaned up.                                    End of Day 26</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/8882440921470929528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-26-of-williamsbradfort-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8882440921470929528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8882440921470929528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-26-of-williamsbradfort-family.html' title='Day 26 of Williams/Bradfort Family Therapy Support Network'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-2415071500797949919</id><published>2010-02-04T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:33:43.533-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="End of Day 25 Williams/Bradfort Families Support Network 365 Days"/><title type='text'>Day 25 Williams/Bradfort Families Therapy</title><content type='html'>Today was Bella&#39;s turn for her 3 issues, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; passed out the voter ballots.  Standing with the top hat waiting, while they listened to Cher sing, &quot;Do You Believe In Life After Love&quot;.  She collected the ballots in Grandpa&#39;s old top hat, then tallied up the scores.  She read them.  Number one, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; her feelings of hurt and anger about some &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; concerning &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; living situation back at home again.  There were 5 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;nays&lt;/span&gt; that this was not a bad thing for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; but a good thing and 1 yeah, of course from Bella,they all knew.  Number two, Bella believed she understood there disabilities, well enough, since going through a physical impairment of her own everyday.  There were 5 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;nays&lt;/span&gt; and 1 yeah, the yeah again &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; was Bella&#39;s.  Bella believes that certain person&#39;s are taking advantage of other family members financially.  There were 5 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;nays&lt;/span&gt; and only 1 yeah, the one yeah being Bella&#39;s again.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; told Bella now feel secure in what your family has voted today, and do with it what you think is best for everyone involved.  They cleaned up the meeting room listening to, Gretchen Wilson&#39;s,&quot;Here For The Party&quot; one of Janie&#39;s C.D.&#39;s.               End of Day 25</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/2415071500797949919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-25-williamsbradfort-families.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/2415071500797949919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/2415071500797949919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-25-williamsbradfort-families.html' title='Day 25 Williams/Bradfort Families Therapy'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-8206852151555015113</id><published>2010-02-04T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:38:22.208-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="End of Day 24 Williams/Bradfort 365 Days Network Support Therapy"/><title type='text'>Day 24 William/Bradfort Families Therapy Network</title><content type='html'>Today they listened to Pussycat Dolls &quot;I Hate This Part&quot;  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; CD.  They voted on Janie&#39;s 3 issues.  Number 1, her children must grow up more, and know that you cannot fully understand &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;another&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; disabilities unless you are that person.  Number 2, do not worry so much about Dad and Grandpa&#39;s health issues, this makes it harder on them not easier.  Number 3, it&#39;s very mature how &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Winnie are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;handling&lt;/span&gt; there family issues and she&#39;s very proud of them.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; collected the voters ballots in the big top hat, then tallied the scores up.  She read the votes, there were 4 yeahs and 2 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;neys&lt;/span&gt; to the issue of them maturing more now, and realizing they just can&#39;t know what another person is going through unless you are that person.  There were 6 votes for yeah, they did understand worrying made things much harder on Dad and Grandpa.  There were 6 votes for yeah, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Winnie are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;handling&lt;/span&gt; there family issues very well.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; said, so, Mom you can now take with you how your family has &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;voted on&lt;/span&gt; your issues, and move forward in the way you see to be the best for all.  They cleaned up the meeting room, while listening to Thoma&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;ACDC&lt;/span&gt; C.D,&quot;Dirty Jobs Done Dirt Cheep.&quot;               End of Day 24</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/8206852151555015113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-24-williambradfort-families-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8206852151555015113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8206852151555015113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-24-williambradfort-families-therapy.html' title='Day 24 William/Bradfort Families Therapy Network'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-4042602267861116778</id><published>2010-02-03T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:14:11.165-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="End of Day 23 Williams/Bradfort 365 Days Families Therapy Support Network"/><title type='text'>Day 23 Williams/Bradfort Families Therapy Network Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; choose her own 3 issues to go through this day.    listened to Madonna&#39;s &quot;Like A Virgin&quot; CD.  Number one, she read.  The control, that she had no say in the matter of where she lived or not.  Number 2, she felt Bella did understand the families disabilities allot more than she let on, she just didn&#39;t want to hurt feelings or alienate certain family members.  Number 3, left behind, yet totally unprepared to move forward, as of yet anyway.  Then she passed out the voters cards, they voted, then she collected them in the old top hat.  She &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;talied&lt;/span&gt; up the scores.  There were 5 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;nays&lt;/span&gt; to she had no say on were she lived and 1 yeah obviously her own yeah, that she indeed did not have any say.  Then only one yeah, to that Bella did understand and 5 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;nays&lt;/span&gt; that she did not understand much at all yet.  Then, 6 yeahs, surprisingly to the fact that she was left behind, yet not yet ready to move forward, as of yet anyway.  So, clearly &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; had more to think about here, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; she still did feel confident in some of what she already knew to be true here, as well.  They ended the meeting listening to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;, &quot;Smells Like Teen Spirit&quot; CD.             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They brought in allot of supplies.  They would still vote on a vote on a family members 3 issues of course, only now, while in a soothing spa &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;.  There sounds of a waterfall and beautiful birds singing from a nature CD of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Emelies&lt;/span&gt;, mud masks, foot soaks, facial toners and relaxers, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;exfoliaters&lt;/span&gt;.  Pedicure and manicure &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt;, hot towels steaming.  Everything they could think of.  So everyone except &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, the busy vote taker, was now soaking there feet in a rose bomb oil and had a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;facial&lt;/span&gt; mask on with a towel wrapped around there faces.  Also, they all wore terry clothe robes with little matching slippers!  Of course, they would still need to vote.  This time Grandpa Alan&#39;s file came up.  She read.  Number 1, some things should be left unsaid, so not to hurt a loved ones feelings too much.  Number 2 activities are helping, but we need more of them.  Number 3, don&#39;t get your feeling hurt too much, if someones just kidding.  She passed around the voters ballots they all voted, carefully not to drop the towels from there faces.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; picked up the ballots in the old top hat.  Then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;talied&lt;/span&gt; them all up again.  She read the results.  Number 1 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; 6 votes for yeah.  You should keep quiet not to hurt a loved one. Number 2 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; 6 votes for yeah.  We should have more activities since they do help are therapy meetings.  Number 3 &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; 4 votes yeah and 2 votes for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;ney&lt;/span&gt;.  Not everyone can take a joke as well as someone else might.  So, Grandpa Alan take with you and be secure, in what your family has voted here today.  Then do with it the best in your nature to do.  They cleaned up all the spa stuff, and decided they would most &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have another spa day!  It just relaxed them all, and they felt so comfortable.                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The flowers were taller now and about to bloom.  Bella was listening to a Taylor Swift CD and singing along to &quot;You Belong With Me&quot;.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; knew it was long overdue to bring out the three issues folder, Dad&#39;s hospital stay had put it off a little longer than she had wanted.  Now she felt the last person to bring the subject up, still she also knew they mostly understood, unlike how the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Bradforts&lt;/span&gt; would react to her, they knew and understood her in a way the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Bradforts&lt;/span&gt; just plain refused to even try to.  So, she started with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; 3 issues.  She didn&#39;t need to read them but she did.  Number one, he supported &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; living with Mom and Dad, number 2 Winnie couldn&#39;t join in meetings, she had her own family crisis to deal with as well.  Number 3 Bella was still too &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; when it came to therapy, to understand fully what they all went through each day.  We will only work through one person&#39;s issues per meeting, due to lack of time.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; said.  So, we will vote using a ballot system of yeah or &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; passed out the slips of paper containing all three of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; issues, with little boxes they were to check for yeah or &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;.  When they had all voted she collected them in a top hat of Grandpa&#39;s.  She pulled from the hat the six pieces of paper, then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;talied&lt;/span&gt; up the scores.  Which came to five votes of yeah, to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; being supported living back at home again.  Then 6 votes of yeah, that Winnie should should deal with her family issues and not worry about &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Aidens&lt;/span&gt; much.  Then 5 votes of yeah, Bella did not fully understand all of there therapy issues, since she was so new to it all still.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; says,&quot;So, then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; take with you how your family has voted, and feel secure in your ways of dealing with these issues from here on.  They ended the meeting listening to Garth Brooks, &quot;Friends In Low Places&quot;.                              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Janie insisted on washing his hair and that his shirt fully covered up his belly, as usual, plus the hulling on of those awful T.E.D. hose!  Those in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; know what I mean, or those who have to wear them.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and Bella had declared this a day to remember all they had been through together, and if angry about anything at all you had two choices.  Go beat the clown, or burn it in the fire place.  Burning might be better since they were sure they would need to replace Mr. Clown soon.  He was &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; on his last leg!  That was o.k. they would replace him a million times over just to avoid fighting with there loved ones.  Now &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Fleetwood&lt;/span&gt; Mac played &quot;Landslide&quot; one of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emilies&lt;/span&gt; Cd&#39;s.  If you choose the let out emotions through your tears &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;option&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe through creativity, they had other activities for that too.  Janie choose to go cry with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, Bella, Grandpa Alan and Thomas went to there creative corners at the big &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; table.  As &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; held her Mothers hand and wept in the corner for what felt like years, more than minutes.  She watched the others slowly and much too quietly and very somberly drawing and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;piecing&lt;/span&gt; bits of there own lives back together, were at all possible.  She felt as though something slowly, yet surely wild and crazy was surely about to snap loose in the group of them, and she knew exactly what direction it would snap too!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella, the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;sibling&lt;/span&gt; wars there was so deep and thick it was like getting lost in a quick sand, only much much worse.  They pretended to enjoy it so nobody would really know right?  Whatever!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; thought to herself.  The little spoiled brats!  Then the horror came to her this awful thing about to snap wasn&#39;t them at all!  It was coming from inside of her own mind, her heart, her very spirit!  She yanked her hand away from Janie, Janie&#39;s eyes opened wide with horror!  Janie had seen this look on &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Emelies&lt;/span&gt; face many times before and it always &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; something really bad was going to happen!  So she tried to pull her daughter back to her, she couldn&#39;t &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; rage inside was much to strong for her, and then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; did what they would have all considered a total &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;sacrilege&lt;/span&gt; to the now very spiritual meetings.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; left.  She not only up and left, but she didn&#39;t look or speak to anyone she just left.  They all had looks of total and utter shock on there faces for short brief seconds, until Janie quietly came over to the table and grabbed both Grandpa Alan and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;Thomas&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; hands in a prayer like fashion.  Then she said,&quot;now I don&#39;t want any of you to be mad at &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; right now, she is coming back, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;I&#39;v&lt;/span&gt; seen her like this before, then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt; whispered an &quot;oh shit&quot; under his breath that everyone heard.  They all knew what &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; was about to try and do now.  She&#39;d been trying for years with not much success, to become a part of her biological family the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot;&gt;Bradforts&lt;/span&gt;, she had another half brother, and Grandparents, Aunts,Uncles,many cousins, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot;&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;...  She just didn&#39;t fit with there all American family lifestyle.  They were all in Government service and married with children.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; always felt like the odd ball out.  Except for her younger brother Jacob, thank goodness for him!  He was now in his early 20&#39;s a young man.  He was the only real tie she felt held her &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_30&quot;&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt; near them at all.  His Mother was very sick, like her Dad.  They had everything in common.  it seemed anyway.  She felt too &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_31&quot;&gt;modern&lt;/span&gt; of a thinker for the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_32&quot;&gt;Bradforts&lt;/span&gt;.  They did everything the old fashioned way, the only way, she knew that was there thinking.  Which made her an outsider.  They got married, had a stable &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_33&quot;&gt;carreer&lt;/span&gt;, bought a home, then had children, who would then help on the grand old &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_34&quot;&gt;Bradfort&lt;/span&gt; land while going to school.  Payed service to God and country then were able to die peacefully.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_35&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; was raised by Hippies, who played with her outside on the lawns of the public parks,next to all there friends &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_36&quot;&gt;cameros&lt;/span&gt; and bikes.  They hugged and kissed her allot and totally reeked of pot.  Yet, she always felt she belonged, she couldn&#39;t feel that with the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_37&quot;&gt;Bradforts&lt;/span&gt;, it always felt as though they were &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_38&quot;&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; judging her.  Janie and Thomas loved her just the way she was, and she could be herself with them comfortably.  The anger she felt towards &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_39&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella was because, they were so very lucky to never have to feel this kind of pain, this kind of rejection.  Which she knew that it was from the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_40&quot;&gt;Bradforts&lt;/span&gt;.  Then the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_41&quot;&gt;jealousy&lt;/span&gt; that they had a Mom and Dad both at all, she knew that they took it for granted.  She never would!  She had lost enough already!  Dam it!  So, she started the family therapy meeting to save what little she believed she had left in this world to hold dear.  Now they just sat there and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_42&quot;&gt;cryed&lt;/span&gt; like little babies, and played arts and crafts!  They didn&#39;t even try to get better at all!  What the F--- were these meetings anyway &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_43&quot;&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; classes!  &quot;Jesus&quot;!  She screamed as she came flying back into the room.  She slammed her hands down on the big table and yelled.  &quot; Don&#39;t any of you care about your sad little pathetic lives at all!  This isn&#39;t trying at all, it&#39;s just making it through another sorry for myself day!  That&#39;s all it is!  She screamed.  Janie came to her side to quiet her, but that made things so much worse!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_44&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; screamed this time jamming a finger nearly into Janie&#39;s eye &quot;And you!  Your just about the worst of them!  Cheering them on to this!  This nothingness, until they all just leave us alone anyway!  Oh who the F--- cares just let em&#39; leave!  I don&#39;t care anymore!  I&#39;m done with you all!  Then as she yelled that,Grandpa Alan, slowly got up walked over to her and put his arms around her to hug her.  He said, &quot;Your my kind of family with guts to say all that for sure, I&#39;m so glad you said it before me though cause I really don&#39;t think I can get away with it as good as you can!  My dear sweet &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_45&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; none of you gets to be done here before me, I just won&#39;t allow it!  Then he sat and started on his oxygen nebulas.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_47&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; thought a minute, then began to cry and sob more and went back to were she had been sitting with Janie to start from.  Janie smiled, and looked at them all with her I told you so eyes.  Then kissed Grandpa Alan on the cheek,and whispered &quot;thank you&quot; to him.  He just winked, smiled a bit.  Then Janie was back holding &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_48&quot;&gt;Emelies&lt;/span&gt; hand and crying.  Only now &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_49&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella felt it was there time to leave, it was just too much for them to except all at once.   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During there meetings, while Bella and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; countered these with little colorful &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;faeries&lt;/span&gt; flying around in big beautiful flower gardens, and beautiful strong angels with halos singing and playing instruments to comfort the world.  It was quite the sight to behold now this massive wall of healing, now seemed a seen of what Micheal Angelo thought of heaven, sort of.  With there painted &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; burning in little groups all around the large room, Grandpa Alan had insisted in keeping a fire &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;extinguisher&lt;/span&gt; on hand.  Just in case the candles got out of control.  Tossing affirmations into the little fire place, from there now heaping full affirmation pails.  Watching them slowly burn away hopefully forever.  Meditations and prayers for Dads quick recovery, Janie started this then the rest joined in.  They listened to the music of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Beyonce&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &quot;Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)&quot;.  They all knew however sad, that this would not happen until they all cracked the whip, about the family weight loss programs, and more &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;!  It was the only way.  How to get him to go along with it though, they were at a loss, except for to tell him he must do this to stay alive and see his grandchildren, that was the only way, they knew.  They cleaned up the meeting room, feeling lost as little children, with the lights of the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;candles&lt;/span&gt; dimming down to nothingness.  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He is always preparing for death, his stakes of at home church sermons that he insists on listening to sometimes, for all to hear.  Janie fully pretends to agree with, but it &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; fool her children not for one New York second!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; believes in many angels of all kinds and a massive heaven much bigger indeed than are small earth ever thought of being, with many &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;grecko&lt;/span&gt; Roman type buildings, Gods many houses, waiting for us.  Were we all worship in duality a male and female God, and live and work much as as we do today, plus a massive &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;eden&lt;/span&gt; type garden heaven is there also, with a huge meditation skyscraper if you choose to just take a break for a while from your &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;existance&lt;/span&gt; in heaven, you can stay as long as you want, yet God will be with you always no matter what.  With the holy spirit, and your &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;guardian&lt;/span&gt; angel or spirit guide if you so choose to have a guide or angel while on &quot;break&quot;.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; is a very &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt; complex creature, in comparison to the rest of her family, except Bella, who is just mid-way excepting of all of this as it is.  Yet, that support means the world to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, still she couldn&#39;t stop her way of believing about life and death now even if she wanted to.  So Janie is in full grass skirt with them today, yet she snuck some alcohol in her juice through a flask of Bella&#39;s.  They never approved of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Emelies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;prohibition&lt;/span&gt; laws in the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;, especially under a personal crisis.  So they all began to drink, even Grandpa Alan, and lighten up!  It was the best meeting by far in days!  They could all feel the stress and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;tensions&lt;/span&gt; just floating away.  They cleaned up the meeting room, Janie said, &quot; Dad won&#39;t join us for a while two weeks at least, but I am giving him full reports of all goings on here.  That meant clearly watch your tempers and behave!  Or no more meetings period, because we love and care for you all that much!  Yet, they had no reason at all to worry, none of them planned on messing this extremely healthy and cathartic environment up for themselves!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; Grandpa Alan, they all kept him far from that old hospital bed he just dreaded so much!        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Mom had called and informed &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;.  Bella and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; hugged &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; in tears, Bella the strong one never wavered.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; having more serious anxiety attacks however, about everything in life in general not even &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; about her Dad.  This helps her not to feel the pain too intensely.  Just go with the anxieties instead.  Dad will have a couple weeks down time like he does after every hospital visit.  Which never helps him loose any of the weight, of course.  It&#39;s so hard, but sometimes his three &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; couldn&#39;t tell anymore who&#39;s health really was worse off Grandpa or Dad&#39;s.  There Dad was much too young for all of this!  It hurt and made them mad, at the same time, to no longer have there Dad as an active part of there every day lives.  He was when they were little, even when they were &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; teenagers.  Now, only every now and again, getting to be less and less all the time.  Then Grandpa Alan of course being the big teaser, and even a bit of a naughty little stinker, if you will.  Said, &quot;You should be planning and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;preparing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; for what you will do in the event of your Fathers death, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;!  You just never know!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;!  They knew he was just kidding, yet they knew how utterly insensitive there Grandpa could be at times.  So there was more silence and allot of prayer.  Janie was highly missed, there family cheerleader, she always knew what to say or do &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; to lighten a mood, but Dad was the foundation that held them all together somehow.  It was all mystical and spiritual, this feeling of family they had brought to this once grand dining room of there Grandparents, that they had all inherited.  They almost couldn&#39;t wait for outside influences into there sacred place now.  Not quite yet though, they weren&#39;t ready to go it alone yet without there rock, Bella would do one day, but not quite yet.  Today &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; on the best way she could to create what she&#39;d heard called a stay-cation.  They had a little &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;tiki&lt;/span&gt; bar set up, and grass skirts, and cute little cocktail glasses, no alcohol allowed of course, lots of different flavored juices, however.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;Hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; music, and little hummingbird hanging lights at least five strings of them.  So now they all three lay on bamboo lounge chairs, and drink pineapple, coconut, and kiwi drinks.  While meditating on positive affirmations.  Grandpa Alan sat looking at them, shaking his head and mumbling &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;negatives&lt;/span&gt; under his breath, about how they were reacting about there Dad&#39;s conditions.  This was how they maintained best though, he just didn&#39;t get it!  They listened to the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;Hawiian&lt;/span&gt; music through the whole meeting.  Then cleaned up all there stay-cation &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt; and put it away for safe keeping in case of the next &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; family crisis, when they needed to pull together this way, or maybe even more so.  End Day 17</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/8761337548064030164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-17-williamsbradfort-families.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8761337548064030164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/8761337548064030164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-17-williamsbradfort-families.html' title='Day 17 Williams/Bradfort Families therapy support network'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-8852750925006007325</id><published>2010-01-31T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:45:22.677-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day 16 of Williams/Bradfort family therapy 365 days support network"/><title type='text'>Day 16 Williams/Bradfort Families Therapy Support Netwok</title><content type='html'>We  were all terribly &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;!  None of us had slept or ate much.  Grandpa Alan included, he kept saying how we needed to make sure are Dad took care of himself better, as if he would have listened to any one of us or to the doctors for that matter.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; secretly knew that if her Dad had &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; it was his time then it was o.k. with him.  Well, it really wasn&#39;t o.k. with her!  She also knew it really wasn&#39;t o.k. with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; or Bella either.  It would just tear them all apart.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; just knew all the guilt would just eat her alive!  It of course wasn&#39;t her fault, but she had watched his eating habits her and Janie both and been helpless to do anything.  Plus day after day watching him sink farther into depression, and not make an effort to bathe himself, or sometimes not leave the car while Janie and her went &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;grocery&lt;/span&gt; shopping, they waited on him hand and foot at home.  It was clearly unhealthy for him, killing him even.  Nobody did a thing, because everyone had already &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; everything!  His  , family, everyone, this was just what he was most comfortable with.  What he knew to be a &quot;normal&quot; life.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; felt far from &quot;normal&quot; most days.  Anymore she was either on the verge of balling out in tears, or just hiding from it all!  In whatever she could find, reading, writing, arts and crafts, even cooking healthy foods and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; when she hated both!  Anything not to face these awful things going on in her home.  Her Grandpa and Dad both seemed ready to just give up, she knew in her heart of hearts however that everyday was an extreme struggle that she herself could never fully &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;, much less understand.  So, she knew that they both loved her and didn&#39;t really &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; want to leave her and her Mother alone.  Yet that is exactly what in reality what was happening.  It was just so mind and heart numbingly hard, that she just pushed it all aside as hard as she could.  It didn&#39;t always work though!  She prayed very hard to be able to understand why this was meant to happen to her family.  There must be a purpose to all of this misery is the only thought that kept her going through most days at all.  God was very mysterious though and she probably wouldn&#39;t get the answers to these prayers until many years later, when she would have given anything to have the answers now.  This wasn&#39;t up to her.  It really almost drove her mad at times, she knew it did the same to her Mom, though Mom put on a much better poker face about it, and for a longer period of time.  It all still hurt.  How could she explain that to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella, when she&#39;s supposed to be the big brave older sister, she just didn&#39;t know.  They would have to just understand and that&#39;s the end of it.  So, they each sat silently in there own little corners of the very large room, handling things in there own way as they had been brought up and raised to do.  This method clearly did not work for them well at all!            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Begin to write affirmations and throw them into there pails.  Then lighting there newly decorated candles they say silent prayers to the candle light.  Thomas is back in the hospital again with more liver problems, you see, not meaning to the doctor had over medicated once and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;pickled&lt;/span&gt; Thoma&#39;s liver, now it&#39;s not the same, but his &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; eating habits sure were!  So, there he laid in a hospital bed, while today&#39;s meeting went on as &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;ususal&lt;/span&gt;.  Grandpa Alan had not &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;slept&lt;/span&gt; well again, he worries about us all so, sometimes he just can&#39;t bring himself to rest.  He worries how on earth could we hold up without Thomas around.  The answer is we couldn&#39;t, not for a while anyway, a long while.  Things would just go to pot a bit more, than already.  I guess &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; just knew Janie and Bella were right, even though how much she hated to admit it, she did need a close friends shoulder to cry on right now.  Yet, the only close friend she&#39;d ever really had now has a husband and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; of her own, and would &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; just think her problems, somehow smaller or not as pressing &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;as her&lt;/span&gt; own.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; would never know though, because her fear of rejection kept her from even &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; her oldest dearest friend, even a little letter or anything.  She knew they led very different lives, with very different values.  They grew up in the church together, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt; being the smarter at retaining the bible and in sports, just was the straight and narrow one.  While &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; always chose and loved her family more, no matter what.  She stopped studying and never even &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; for any school activities.  She became a homebody, who barely left the house.  Just to make sure old Mom and Pops were doing o.k. still.  Even if it wasn&#39;t &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; anymore.  Some old habits were just too hard to break I guess.  So, here she was again, and of course &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella both thought her absolutely crazy, just out of her mind.  Then who could blame them, they had allowed themselves a real life, to move on and grow.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; always &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; to be happy and stayed behind, but she mostly felt left out and angry  and just plain stupid.  For allowing her own family to us her this way foe so long.  How to change it though, after so long now, how to move on and grow up?  For good this time.  Without making them feel left behind and angry too?  There was no way to do this, she could see anyway.  Then came the other questions to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, what exactly would she be moving on to?  What kind of life with any kind of real meaning?  She took anti-depressants that made a sexual life not interesting at all, and knew it would be a near miracle if she could even offer a man a family life, with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; of his own.  Naturally anyway.  She had thought of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;artificial&lt;/span&gt; life many times, well it&#39;s not &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;artificial&lt;/span&gt; once it&#39;s grown in a human body and raised by a loving caring family.  She was getting older now though, and the money it would cost to do such a thing is just so unreal.  Who on earth would want an old woman with nothing to offer, but a bunch of her old family memories and traditions?  No one that&#39;s who.  She could be wrong, but her faith in men from her past relationships made it pretty impossible to have any kind of real faith in them now anyway.  So what else was she to think or feel at this point, unless of course there came someone to prove her wrong, that was pretty much her points of view so far.  As for Bella she has always been the much more confident all American girl, and no &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; some lucky young man well see that and fall head over heels in love.  They were raised as sisters yet really they couldn&#39;t be any more different as night and day were!  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; the middle child, yet only son was not only spoiled rotten, yet at the same time as a young man had  very confused issues about when it came to woman and who could really blame him growing up between these two young woman.  Bella refused to see it this way of course, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;daubing&lt;/span&gt; it sexist as &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had, had everything just passed to him.  Yet, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; clearly saw the truth &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; had worked very hard for everything he had, just as Bella had!  Bella seemed more like the middle child, left out these days than any of them, which was so very hard for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_30&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; to grasp!  Seeing as Bella had always been the in control one, not anymore it seemed.  It just made &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_31&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; more depressed , if an independent woman like her sister couldn&#39;t make it in the world, what chance in hell did she ever have!  Now they listened to the sounds of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_32&quot;&gt;Shakira&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &quot;No&quot; one of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_33&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_34&quot;&gt;CD&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;.  As they cleaned up the meeting room, in great hopes that Mom and Pops wouldn&#39;t have to be in the hospital much longer, and would be joining them again with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_35&quot;&gt;Grabdpa&lt;/span&gt; Alan.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_36&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; made sure Grandpa Alan was well cared for, until they returned.           End of Day 15</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/7033633874110934058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-15-williamsbradfort-families.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/7033633874110934058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/7033633874110934058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-15-williamsbradfort-families.html' title='Day 15 Williams/Bradfort Families Therapy'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-75727229851174933</id><published>2010-01-30T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:42:46.175-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day 14 Williams/Bradfort Families Support Therapy Network"/><title type='text'>Day 14 Williams/Bradfort Family Support Therapy</title><content type='html'>Today they sat at the big meeting table, were &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; had sat supplies such as a spa sound machine, and six bottles of spa therapy lotions, and a foot &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;soak&lt;/span&gt; with soaking salts and bombs, and six bags full of detox patches for there feet.  She quickly put all this away in a large closet on the other end of the room for another meeting.  They all switched projects today, Dad, Grandpa Alan, and Bella, all started decorating candles and affirmation pails, while Mom, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, all took to burning a scene to a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;slab&lt;/span&gt; of wood.  They listened to the sounds of Pinks &quot;So What&quot;Bella&#39;s music.  Grandpa Alan joking around again, This is how we always know he&#39;s having one of his good days.  So it&#39;s very nice for us all.  He says, &quot;well I never did think I&#39;d turn out to be such a sissy making womanly like decorations!  HA! HA!  We all laughed with him, knowing he was just teasing mostly.  Grandpa Alan always prided himself in a few things, being the child of farming &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;immigrants&lt;/span&gt; from Finland, having served his country in the army, and his all around knowledge of the best ways to run, teach, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; a family properly.  Yes this did include teaching and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;disciplining&lt;/span&gt; ones wife as well.  Which really explained why for the last maybe 45 years of there marriage, before cancer and other complications took the best of her, Grandma and Grandpa Williams had lived together as a divorced couple.  She still kept his name, yet it was clear that they only stayed together for appearances and for the lesson to there &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;grandchildren&lt;/span&gt;  that marriage did indeed still mean something to them.  We hardly ever saw them argue either growing up, us &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; anyway, they must have &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; out all the real passionate fights when we were younger, or they just &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to get along, and that&#39;s that. &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; thought,&quot;I don&#39;t know about all the other &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;, but there relationship with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; did teach me something, a few things actually.  Don&#39;t ever marry a person unless you know you can get along with them first!  Also, don&#39;t stay with them just for the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;children&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; sake, it&#39;s not fair to you or the other person.  Yet, I think my parents marriage taught me even more still, you see ever since I can remember the fights have been there, only now there less frequent, and under the surface, yet they can boil to the surface at any given moment.  Fights about spending too much money, and they&#39;ll never get ahead!  Fights about all the men Mom had cheated on Dad with even a few of his close friends, I should ex-friends.  Fights about there past when us kids were just babies, and I guess they were the couple who had all the good parties in the neighborhood, with you know all the best contacts for some good pot or maybe even a little &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;cocaine&lt;/span&gt;.  They were both so lucky that they stopped living that way over 20 years ago, since most of there &quot;friends&quot; from those days are either in prison, dead from an overdose, divorced, or just wish they were dead.  They are also lucky that those early years didn&#39;t effect there 3 small &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; that much.  Or did they?  I mean take myself the little runaway, o.k. so I was in my 20&#39;s still I ran off with two guys I barely knew to California, to live the exciting homeless life.  It was a nightmare for over three years!  They barely seemed to try to even talk to me back home, I guess that was the hardest part to take just one big slap in the face after another.  It was as if they just gave up all hope for me at all.  Then I met another guy, this one &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; older than me older than my Dad.  But he still worked and with are jobs combined we had hotel rooms, instead of sleeping out in the streets.  He started getting crazy on me though, hitting me, and taking all my pay check money from me and hiding it somewhere.  So I left him, to go live with my little brother &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and his wife Winnie for a while, but I was such a third wheel there.  So, I came back home which only seems right now.  With Dad and Grandpa both needing help, Mom working, she can&#39;t do it all, so I help with housework and filling oxygen tanks, some light cooking.  Stuff like that, and I sometimes go to Doctors appointments.  Mom seems to balance work and home &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; better than I do.  I don&#39;t want to be working as a nurses aide all day, and then come home and do the exact same thing.  So, I leave &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of the more &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;nursing&lt;/span&gt; stuff to Mom, so I feel like I&#39;m at home when I&#39;m at home, and at work when I&#39;m at work, I guess I just need that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; there more than she does, I don&#39;t know.  She may need it too, you see are Ms. Janie has always adored the thought of playing the m&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;arter &lt;/span&gt; so it&#39;s just so hard to tell really.  Then there&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; who puts it all so neatly tucked away in the past, like putting away an old high school &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot;&gt;letterman&#39;s &lt;/span&gt; jacket in his closet.  He knows he&#39;ll &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot;&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; never were it much, yet it&#39;s good to have &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_30&quot;&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; around to show someone sometime, hey, this was a part of me, back when .  I believe this is what are parents are like for him.  Something to ground and root him in place so he won&#39;t get too out of control, because believe me he has had his wild child days too.  But we don&#39;t need to get into all that.  He has clearly moved on and grown &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_31&quot;&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;, so has Winnie too.  They really have quite a bit in common.  Bella, however seems to have everything all figured out, her head squarely on her shoulders, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_32&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; need much help from anyone.  Yet she does love her family in her own way.  She also seems to act a little to much of a person up on her high horse around us sometimes.  She&#39;s had all the college education, and now has a nice desk job with the company that helped send her to college.  She&#39;s really done very good for herself, her and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_33&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; both.  Yet &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_34&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; seems a bit left out in this aspect, she really has nobody to blame but herself.  She just wants a quiet simple life, very low stress.  Not to many worries.  Caring for the elderly, is just like being the grandchild that&#39;s too scared to leave home on there own sometimes, but it&#39;s the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_35&quot;&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; she&#39;s more than willing to make, to keep some &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_36&quot;&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of peace and quiet in her own personal space at home.  That&#39;s what matters most to her peace of mind, low stress.  It just seems to work here for her, so why even think of leaving.  They now have &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_37&quot;&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; there projects and are cleaning up the meeting room.  While listening to Guns-N-Roses &quot;November Rain&quot; one of Thoma&#39;s music &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_38&quot;&gt;Cd&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;.    End Day 14</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/75727229851174933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-14-williamsbradfort-family-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/75727229851174933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/75727229851174933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-14-williamsbradfort-family-support.html' title='Day 14 Williams/Bradfort Family Support Therapy'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-9013833636038626109</id><published>2010-01-30T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:46:08.720-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day 13 of 365 days Family Support Network Therapy"/><title type='text'>Day 13 of 365 days Family Therapy Williams/Bradfort families Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; started the meeting with her own music a Pussycat Dolls CD playing &quot;Halo&quot; one of her favorite songs.  She started putting more and more activity stuff out in the room and out in the table.  Besides all of the molding clay and affirmation cards, the hitting clown, the growing slowly yet surely sunflowers and there window totem animals, and the cookie jar full of great yummy cookies.  She now added , also to all of the drawings and paintings on the &quot;Wall of Healing&quot; a croquet set for those interested in a little non competitive lighthearted game.  Also she laid out a bag full of large white candles, for them to decorate with paint and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;jewels&lt;/span&gt; a meditation candle of there own.  Then six glue guns and five bags of glue sticks.  To glue the bags full of little &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;jewels&lt;/span&gt; to the candles.  Then she unloaded a bag full of flat pieces of wood and six wood burning tools, each tool has six tips and a handy stand, and is able to cut elegant, lacy images into the wood, or whatever else you wish with the different tip &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;attachments&lt;/span&gt;.  Then she laid six one gallon containers, clear enough to see completely through them, except for the metal lid rim, and thin metal handle, shaped just like a paint bucket.  Then the five bags of different ideas, for each person to decorate his or hers own bucket.  In which you were to stuff full of all of your bad, sad, hurt,angry, or fearful feelings and emotions.  Then they could take one out each day, read it to yourself or someone else if you want to, then watch as it burns away forever into the fire place, never to return.  After 15 minutes she changed the music, to the Frey &quot;How to save a Life&quot; one of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; CD&#39;S. They all looked at the table, and sat down each choosing the one activity they would start working on for today.  Well Dad and Grandpa Alan both being retired from carpentry and as a home inspector.  They choose to burn onto the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;slabs&lt;/span&gt; of wood, as did Bella.  Mom and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, and even &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; all choose to decorate there meditation candles, and if there was time to start in on the affirmation pails.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; switched &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;CD&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; to Donna Summers &quot;Love to Love You Baby&quot; one of Janie&#39;s music.  As they burned artful scenes onto wood, and hot glue gunned &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;jewels&lt;/span&gt; into painted designs on the meditation candles.  They also sipped more of Winnie&#39;s good apple cider.  Grandpa Alan as usual whispered something funny to Bella, Bella told &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; told Janie, who told &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, then they were all laughing about it as they decorated and listened to now &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Thomas&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; Foreigner CD &quot;That Was Yesterday&quot;.  Grandpa Alan had said, so this is what it is like to be part of a sewing circle!  As they were all finishing there projects, the apple cider, and the no-bake cookies, they cleaned up there messes, and put there &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; projects on a multi-leveled rolling table &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; had brought into the room for the projects.  They looked good enough Grandpa Alan had said, making them all laugh a bit again.  He really just loved to tease anybody, especially if he could pick some kind of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; with them, it just somehow made him feel more alive, more a part of things happening around him.  Were Thomas seemed most of the time more passive &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;aggresive&lt;/span&gt;, with a very big heart, yet very &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;gaurded&lt;/span&gt; not to let others take advantage of it,  since years past his kindness has been taken as a weakness.  Far from it, it&#39;s part of his strength!  They carved a very big and beautiful home built on a hill side, and a small home with a massive flower and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;vegitable&lt;/span&gt; garden.  Then one filled with just symbols of lace and elegant lettering, they all knew was Bella&#39;s.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; painted eternity symbols  in bright blue all over the white candle, which he then added white and teal and silver &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;jewels&lt;/span&gt; to.  Janie painted her candle with big bright yellow flowers all over and more different shades of yellow &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;jewels&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; painted hers with light peach and dusty blue little flowers everywhere with lots of silver and gold gems.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; was the only one to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; his affirmation pail &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot;&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; completely covered in bright blue papers with more eternity symbols everywhere.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and Janie sat there pails aside to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot;&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; during another meeting.  They closed this meeting listening to Grandpa Alan&#39;s Gene &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_30&quot;&gt;Autry&lt;/span&gt; CD &quot;Thirty-Two Feet and Eight Little Tails.&quot;           End of Day 13</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/9013833636038626109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-13-of-365-days-family-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/9013833636038626109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/9013833636038626109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-13-of-365-days-family-therapy.html' title='Day 13 of 365 days Family Therapy Williams/Bradfort families Network'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-1277317398795933839</id><published>2010-01-29T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T17:59:00.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 Williams/Bradfort Family Support Therapy Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Emelies&lt;/span&gt; therapy exercises for letting family hurt and angry emotions go under the bridge for good!  No resurfacing aloud!  There were only 3 issues of these kind aloud to deal with per meeting however, since the emotional &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;severity&lt;/span&gt; of them could often cause a total nervous breakdown of any one of them!  First she sat down with all six of them including herself, in that six of course.  She explained all of the rules of this exercise, including the fact that today they were just addressing them by saying them out loud, there was to be no physical action taken on these 3 issues, or any mention of the 3 issues outside of the sacred room.  Now after agreeing to the rules, they were all handed a note card on which they were to write down these 3 issues of hurt or anger they felt within the family.  Bella &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;volunteered&lt;/span&gt; to go first, she read off her card,&quot; number one, I feel feelings of hurt and anger about some &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;decisons&lt;/span&gt; concerning &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelies&lt;/span&gt; living situation with all of you still, while the rest of us are out working are tails off to barely &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;squeak&lt;/span&gt; by!  Number two, I also hurt that family members don&#39;t think that I understand there disabilities properly, when I myself cope rather well with battles of my own everyday, that nobody seems to care to address.  I may not want to address others in return because of this.  Number three, o.k. I may think that some family members are not devoting there knowledge or finances properly to help the family, and knowing that I don&#39;t as well, does not stop me from being upset about it, since it kind of makes it look as though they are taking advantage of others disabilities in one way or another.  Which I &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; do not think is there intention on purpose, yet it is in fact taking place, what actions should those persons take to change this fact?  Then Bella sat down.  Leaving some more angry and hurt, and some wondering what they might do to try and better the situations.  Then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; stood up and read from his card, &quot; number one my feels on &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; living with Mom and Dad are just the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; of that of Bella&#39;s, some people need more support for a longer period of time, every person is different, number two Winnie would love to join in the meetings, yet she is going through some very hard stuff with her folks and can&#39;t manage emotionally to go through it twice with her family and mine both at the same time, I am not a part of her family issues as well this way we leave ourselves with less stress and burden, at this time we both agree it&#39;s for the best for everyone involved.  Number 3 I do not believe that Bella can understand some of what her family members go through on a daily basis since she herself has never attended a family therapy session at all until now that is, which there is no doctor present so I&#39;m not sure if it&#39;s clinically therapy or not.  Then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; stood and read, Number one I feel a little hurt and angry with the whole control aspect of my living situation as if I have absolutely no say in the matter, it seems.  Number two, I do feel Bella does understand her families disabilities &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than she lets on, yet is too afraid she may hurt someone further, or push them back into a bad place of regression to let on too much just hoe much she does understand.  Number 3, I do feel left behind at times, yet at other times I am brought back to the reality of how totally unprepared I am to move forward, as of yet anyway.  Then, Janie stood to read her card,&quot;number one, I wish that really my grown &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; would just, grow up already!  Don&#39;t try to understand each others disabilities so much, because unless you are that person, you never will.  Just love and care for each other and accept each other for the unique and sensitive, beautiful people that I know you all to be.  Number two, don&#39;t worry so much about Dad and Grandpa&#39;s health issues, I know it&#39;s hard not to, believe me of all people I know this, but it &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;doesn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; help them to see you tearing each other apart about it all, it just helps make them feel even worse, that&#39;s all it does!  Number 3, I think it&#39;s absolutely great how &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Winnie are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;handling&lt;/span&gt; there families issues, it&#39;s very mature, and I&#39;m very proud of them both for it!  Thomas read his card, number one.  So, besides struggling everyday with severe health issues, as I do, every day is &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; easier and not so damned overwhelming, and well hell, I&#39;ll just say it.  Mind numbingly scary for me!  Knowing each and every day I can come home from another doctors appointment with little to no hope.  To find my 3 loving, smart, and beautiful &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;, trying there &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;damnedest&lt;/span&gt; to make things less difficult for me in one way or another.  I am a very blessed man, and feel so loved and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;couldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; ask for a better family in a million years, your all absolutely great in your own ways, don&#39;t ever change for anyone, ever!  Number 2, I do believe that some of are activities are helpful, however I do believe that we need more of them and more effective ones to alleviate depressions and anxieties of daily life today.  Number 3 I really &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; all of the music&#39;s played not just mine, and that&#39;s the truth , so don&#39;t argue over that!  HA! HA!  Then Grandpa Alan stood and read his card. Number 1, I believe some things should be left unsaid to maintain a good relationship with a loved one, and not hurt there feelings too much as to make them want to avoid you all together, forever.  Number 2 I believe some activities are helping too, but we do need more of them, so we don&#39;t get tired of doing the same old same old.  Number 3 some people need to grow a bit of a thicker skin in this family, sometimes a joke or teasing is just for fun and not meant to make fun of or attack that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; in any way, it&#39;s said out of caring not to be hurtful.  So don&#39;t take it that way, please.  So as they had agreed they were just to say them, actually addressing how to make these issues better will not be addressed until next week.  When they would address another 3 issues.  So &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; put each persons card filed under there names into a file folder, until next week, when she would ask the family there &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt; on how to best deal with each issue best.  Then they would vote on this just like a working government would.  As they wrapped up today&#39;s family therapy meeting, they all softly sang along to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;Rihanna&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &quot; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;Umberlla&lt;/span&gt;&quot;, another one of Bell&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;.      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Instead of dealing with all the hurt and angry feelings.  So, her and Bella worked out a plan called the &quot;aggression release&quot; they brought in a funny looking blow up clown, with a large blow-up hitting stick, and a pair of boxing gloves.  While they stood in line to take turns hitting the clown, they all sang along to Sara &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;McLaughlin&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &quot;What if God was One of Us&quot; C.D.  Some of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; music.  Then there was more painting at the table with Grandpa Alan, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, and Bella.  While &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, Thomas, and Janie, all threw very hurt or angry feelings into the small fireplace, in the corner.  They watched them burn away into nothingness, and felt peaceful as they sipped on apple cider &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; wife Winnie had sent in with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;.  She was always way too busy to stay, she said.  They invited her in almost every day.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; had also set mounds of clay by there now sprouting little sun flowers, for them to sit and create whatever they wish.  They were now listening to Cindy &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Loper&lt;/span&gt; &quot;Girls Just Wanna Have Fun&quot; one of Bella&#39;s C.D.&#39;s.  Grandpa drew, large fields of wheat growing with a big forest of trees behind it.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; drew many different types of continents of the world, like the old maps of the world all flat.  Bella drew ten different &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;mannequins&lt;/span&gt; all with different outfits on, and different shoes, handbags, and other fashion &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;accesories&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; proudly pinned them on&quot; the healing wall&quot; with &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; drawings.  She said how good they all were, and how they all seemed to express a little part of each person who drew them.  They now all sat at the table and started molding the clay into objects, as &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; changed the music to Cher&#39;s &quot;Halfbreed&quot; which they all knew was &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Janie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; and they all giggled a little bit.  Thomas formed a small dart board with little matching darts, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; made a set of dice, Grandpa made a rifle and a fishing rod, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; made a necklace with nice little charms, that she had written on each charm, affirmation, happiness, hope, peace, kindness, compassion, and Bella made a basket holding tiny little flowers inside.  All made of clay, they looked very nice somehow on the big old work table.  As they cleaned up the room they listened to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;Thomas&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;Foreigner&lt;/span&gt; CD and&quot; Hot Blooded&quot; played.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; couldn&#39;t help but feel as though they were on a path to some real healing therapy somehow.  She felt much hope bubbling inside for the next few days.  Even if it was going to be very hard, they just all had to try.  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They lay on the big table a tray in front of all 6 place sittings, and fill that tray with enough &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; for each person to make his or hers own dozen cookies.  It&#39;s a no-bake recipe, so no kitchen &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;, which is wonderful!  They don&#39;t have to leave there sacred place.  So they lay down the oatmeal and cocoa powder and butter, as singing softly to&quot; Crazy&quot;.  This song always made &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; think of her own mental instabilities, and kind of triggered an instant little migraine in Bella.  Bella, knowing that her Mother and sister gave into feeling sorry for themselves way too easily.  About not being mentally&quot; normal&quot; what ever that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; anyway.  When Bella herself did see some abn&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;ormalities&lt;/span&gt;, but not as many as she&#39;d seen in other people in her life.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and Janie were both way too hard on themselves, in Bella&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; anyway.  Yet, it&#39;s easy to say and feel these ways as Bella does, when you yourself are not suffering from them.  As both Janie, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, indeed were.  They were all &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;clinically&lt;/span&gt; diagnosed and saw there Doctors on a regular basis to make sure the medications they took worked well enough to keep them a functioning member of there community.  Most of the time it felt however that the pills didn&#39;t help as much, as a close loved one who tried to put &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;them self&lt;/span&gt; in your shoes, or identify with you at some small level.  Just to be a bit more understanding and compassionate about it all.  They all knew about one &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;an others&lt;/span&gt; disabilities, yet they were not all compassionate at times.  Most of the time they were just totally indifferent and uncaring.  This not only hurt a great deal, yet made you feel even more alone and scared.  So, this room tends to take away a bit of that loneliness and fear, and let in the laughter and togetherness.  The hope here is to move this into everyday living, not just keep it all in this wonderful place.  To be able to share it out more openly.  Without the fear of rejection, or being manipulated into thinking one understands and cares.  When really they are just &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;placating&lt;/span&gt; you, so they may tolerate having you around.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; was starting to get the feeling that this wasn&#39;t just a hope and prayer of hers, yet also of Bella&#39;s too, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Janies&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; and Thoma&#39;s.  The only one very hard to read was Grandpa Alan.  He seemed too &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;complacent&lt;/span&gt;, as long as they all got along and were happy, he didn&#39;t matter anymore. Which of course was just &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;!  Well, everyone was very excited to put together there very own batch of no-bake cookies, they each were mixing the ingredients together, in there very own mixing bowls.  When &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; switched &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;CD&#39;c&lt;/span&gt; to listen to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;Metallica&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &quot;Everywhere I Roam&quot; clearly &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; music.  Then they added spoons full of cookie dough to waxed cookie pans.  To sit covered until tomorrow, when they would all enjoy the cookies for days, there were to be 6 batches of a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;dozen&lt;/span&gt; cookies made, now that&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;snackin&lt;/span&gt;&#39;!  Well, that&#39;s it for today.  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They were all setting at the meeting table, were now in the center stood 6 pots, with soil and freshly planted seedlings inside.  So, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; stood and just grabbed a random CD from the little pile on the table.  She read it said &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;ZZ&lt;/span&gt; tops greatest hits, she grinned knowing it was Dads.  As they all listened to the sounds of &quot; She&#39;s Got Legs&quot;, Bella made up famous persons on slips of paper.  They placed them all in a hat, then they all drew from the hat one slip of paper.  It was sticky note paper, so they just put it on there forehead and there it stuck.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; forehead read- Madonna,  Bella&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt; read- Jesus, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;forehead&lt;/span&gt; read- President &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;, Janie&#39;s forehead read- Micheal Jackson, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Thoma&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; forehead read- Garth Brooks, Alan&#39;s forehead read- President George Bush.  First Janie started out &quot; am I a musician?&quot;&quot; Yes!!&quot; They all told her.  Then she asked &quot;am I a dead &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;musician&lt;/span&gt;?&quot; &quot; Yes!&quot;  They all said again.  Still not knowing who she was.  They passed her and Thomas asked,&quot; am I a singer?&quot;&quot; Yes!!&quot;  They all said.  Amazingly Thomas whispers, &quot;Garth Brooks?&quot;  Yes! They all laugh in amazement, Janie too.  &quot; You see, she says you never know who will guess right and when, it is so fun!&quot; Then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; always the most political, and a history buff asks,&quot; am I a United Sates President?&quot; &quot; Yes.&quot;  They all say.  Looking at Grandpa, they all can&#39;t help but giggle a little bit, giving Grandpa Alan a bit of a clue as to who he is.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and Bella both, laugh when they look at &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; foreheads, and so does everyone else.  Then &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; asks&quot; am I a recent president?&quot;  They all say, &quot;yes&quot; .  He softly says, am I President&quot; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;?&quot; &quot; Yes!&quot;   They all laugh , including &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;.  They laugh even more so when they look at Grandpa Alan&#39;s forehead.  Alan asks, &quot;am I a President?&quot; &quot; Yes.&quot;  They all say.  &quot;A recent president?&quot;&quot; Yes.&quot; &quot; Am I George Bush?&quot; &quot; Which one?!&quot;  They all about laugh out at the same time. &quot; The second one, the son,&quot; Grandpa Alan asks. &quot; Yes!&quot;  They all yell, laughing still more, as they turn to look at &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and Bella.  Staring at each others foreheads, Bella asks &quot;am I a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt;?&quot;  Then they all stop laughing and say,&quot; yes! &quot;  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; asks&quot; am I a woman&quot; &quot;They say yes!&quot;  She says &quot;am I M&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;adonna&lt;/span&gt;?&quot; &quot; Yes!  You are!&quot;  They all laugh more.  Bella asks, &quot;am I a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; figure?&quot; &quot; Yes!&quot;  They all say.  She says,&quot; am I Jesus?&quot;   They all laugh again saying, yes!&quot;  Then Janie finally guesses right! &quot; Am I Micheal Jackson?&quot;  Yes! You! Are!  There all roaring with laughter, at this.  Of course, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; has been timing the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;ZZ&lt;/span&gt; Top music for 15 minutes, and has already put in Whitney Houston, &quot;I will always live you&quot;, plays.   One of Bella&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;CD&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; as they begin to clean up the meeting room.  This was a very fun session of therapy, they both agree sometimes laughter can be the best medicine.  End of Day 9  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/203422363143794306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-9-william-bradfort-family-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/203422363143794306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/203422363143794306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-9-william-bradfort-family-therapy.html' title='Day 9 William/ Bradfort Family Therapy Support Network'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-1213827107327219547</id><published>2010-01-10T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:03:29.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 Williams/ Bradfort Family Therapy Support Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; has been working from sun up till noon all four days now with Bella, to organize their family activities.  There meetings now last from 1:00p.m. until 1:45p.m.  Then it&#39;s clean up time, and everyone goes his or her own way.  Of course Brother &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; goes home to his wife and the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; family owned business of selling flooring materials and beds.  Bella&#39;s off to her new desk job at a high Tech. Company.  She&#39;s always super busy too.  Mom Janie works part time at the local elderly home, then home to care for, Thomas and Alan Williams.  With the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;asist&lt;/span&gt;. of &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Bradfort&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; having worked at the Care Home For The Elderly also understands that, it is very hard for close family members to deal with a family members disability or to except there limitations.  Her also being a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Bradfort&lt;/span&gt; and not a Williams, puts her in a position to distance herself somewhat from those sort of denials and except more that this is really all these two men are capable of doing right now.  For &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella it&#39;s &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more emotional &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;understandably&lt;/span&gt;.  It&#39;s pretty hard on there Mother Janie, as well.  Yet, if &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; does not carefully distance herself emotionally, there is the possibility of it becoming to much for her to bare any longer, so this distance she can and must maintain, she has &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt;.  It may make her seem cruel or unfeeling, yet looks can be very &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt;, she is far from unfeeling!  Just the opposite she feels too much, so to keep her emotions in check, has become the best method for coping with her current environment.  Now she is looking for work outside the home, as a Home Care Provider.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; just hopes that her feelings do not betray her and arise when caring for a stranger, which she fears is a possibility.  She just must stay more professional!  So, that is &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; struggle for &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the next week or two maybe even more who knows.  She will do her very best to overcome this barrier it seems to doing what she really loves and enjoys.  Caring for those who are disabled , as does her Mother Janie.  Janie has her own barrier&#39;s too, with her Bipolar disorder.  Thinking the worst first is a huge problem, and constantly having to wind herself up, with low amounts of energy is a problem for her and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; both.  A general lack of interest or motivation.  As Bella and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, seem to be just the opposite.  Yet here again looks are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt;, since Bella is trying to overcome severe issues with insecurities stemming from her past, and also has weight issues a little like her Father Thomas.  She takes prescribed &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. for her extreme pains with arthritis and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt; both.  Which has been enough to keep her a functioning member of the community for over five years now.  There Brother &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; takes his &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot;&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. for Bipolar disorder, and is much like his Mother in this aspect.  Today&#39;s group activities are to write one thing that they are thankful for in there life today, then to use the watercolor paints and art paper that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; has supplied them all with.  To draw or paint a seen depicting how this thing they are thankful for makes them feel today.  Then they will all hang these on a board on the wall, as a physical reminder, that when things feel reel awful and they just can&#39;t cope that day.  At least they still have this one feeling.  They are thankful for hanging up there on the wall.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; drawing- A picture of her floating in a big hot air &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot;&gt;balloon&lt;/span&gt; in front of her favorite waterfalls.  Bella&#39;s drawing- A picture of her sun bathing, with a nice man next to her.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; drawing- A picture of him sitting with his wife alone and talking.  Janie&#39;s drawing- A picture of her sun bathing on a beach, drink in hand.  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot;&gt;Thomas&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; drawing- A picture of each family member around him supporting him no matter what!  Alan&#39;s drawing- Peaceful moments of him resting by the fireplace.  This concludes &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot;&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; meeting of Day4 Family Support Network</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/feeds/1213827107327219547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-4-williams-bradfort-family-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/1213827107327219547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139523961601458976/posts/default/1213827107327219547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybradley77.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-4-williams-bradfort-family-therapy.html' title='Day 4 Williams/ Bradfort Family Therapy Support Network'/><author><name>amybradley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00328371878768581578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdNijED0YHFUbiMQ5pGXxPGSu_9zx8IYXRtOQPtQpUmcvxfA6IwKA-ZqZBLR2v7-ztTeubweltIaof2IvPHCJtnVWC5h6eKhk1MSZiz0Knp5JJVWfh3wPZoCJdcorYA/s220/IMG_3237-3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139523961601458976.post-6282064858494821624</id><published>2010-01-09T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:14:11.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 Williams/ Bradfort Family Therapy Support Network</title><content type='html'>For this days session of Support Network Therapy.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; had planned to do small very simple stretches from Yoga, and some breathing &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt;.  Plus, an activity were you put your bad feelings in the fire place therapy.  Were each member of the family would write down there hurt or bad feelings, and watch them burn away into ashes until they no longer &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;existed&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; really had some hidden hopes that this may take away some bad hurtful memories of the past for all of them.  Yet her main focus somehow always seemed to be more on her relationship with her sister Bella.  This concerned her the most of all.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; knew that she always somehow never quite &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;measured&lt;/span&gt; up to Bella&#39;s standards of how an elder sister should behave or should be living her life.  Yet in return at times &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; herself was also caught judging her little sister too hard, thinking she should be dating and partying more, just living it up out in the young singles world more often than she was.  You see they all lived in a very small town, were everybody knew everyone and all of there &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;.  That maybe you didn&#39;t even want to know, yet did anyway.  So Bella was a workaholic, and a know it all.  Sort of person.  Were &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more laid back and  believed each moment is an &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to learn something knew in this life.  They were complete Polar opposites, but not in the fun &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; way were you always get along, but more in the way that your just &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; that the other person is never just glad to be on your side of something!  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All the puzzle pieces, and and painting supplies, then put away decks of affirmation cards.  Mom and Dad Williams stayed the 20 minutes too, yet seemed ready to race away after that with poor old Grandpa, who by then of course was fast asleep.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; then surprised his sisters even further by saying, &quot; I don&#39;t think we&#39;ll see any results from Grandpa, Dad, and Mom until they can stay longer and participate with us more.  They all agreed on this, which surprised all three of them, they couldn&#39;t remember the last time they all agreed on anything.  First they had &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; over &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; living back home with Mom, Dad, and Grandpa.  Then they had &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; over &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella being too wrapped up in there own little worlds, and not seeing what was happening to their own parents.  Then Bella started pointing fingers at &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and Janie as if everything were there fault!  Grandpa and Dad seemed as though nothing could break through to them.  They were in the right and no one could or would change there minds.  Of course &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and Janie were in no &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; to argue this, so it was left up to the rest of the family to help them see the light.  You see, yes there health was poor, but Dad wasn&#39;t &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; as bad off as Grandpa&#39;s, meaning it was treatable.  Grandpa must e&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ndure&lt;/span&gt; with his disabilities until he went to see his maker.  So, Thomas Williams must lose 150 pounds before the doctor would even think of surgery for his heart valve, and also some talk of a gastric &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;bipass&lt;/span&gt;, to help in loosing this weight took place.  Well Thomas knew his &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;insurance&lt;/span&gt; wouldn&#39;t cover the bi-pass, and it would take &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to loose the weight on his own.  He was caught between a rock and a hard place.  He was a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;strict&lt;/span&gt; meat and potatoes man, and couldn&#39;t even eat barely one &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;vegetable&lt;/span&gt;.  Big breakfasts of eggs, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;biscuits &lt;/span&gt;and gravy, sausage, and so on.  He loved his food, as did much of his family.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; attempted to cook healthy meals, yet ended up just eating them herself.  Since Thomas &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; saw this as some kind of insult, like &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; was saying his food wasn&#39;t good enough for her.  That just wasn&#39;t the case though, she just wanted very much to see her Dad healthier and happier again, and this was her attempt at helping.  He just never would see it from &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; point of view as his Daughter, only from his point of view.  That it couldn&#39;t possible have anything to do with the way in which he ate at all.  Janie and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_22&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; and even old Grandpa Williams, were all about at there wits end, as to what to do with &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_23&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Thomas&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; health issues.  As far as they could see, as much as they all loved and cared for him.  You just can&#39;t help a person, unless they are ready to help &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_24&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;them self&lt;/span&gt;.  This was a hard fact of life they all lived with each day, yet there were still at least a couple days out of a week, were he almost seemed to lighten up about getting healthier, and then just as fast he would go back into that &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_25&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; depressive place and hide and be angry.  Blaming anything or anyone else for his condition, anyone but himself of course.  Then there was the issues of oxygen use, we all knew Grandpa needed it to live, then Dad needed it too.  Grandpa from all his years of smoking, and Dad from a worsening bad case of asthma he&#39;d had since he was a kid.  Then all the weight gain and his bad heart, he just couldn&#39;t breath either, without oxygen that is.  So, with some &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_26&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;asist&lt;/span&gt;. of Janie and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_27&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;.  There oxygen tanks stayed filled and there urinals emptied.  You see Janie and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_28&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; were also Certified &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_29&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;CNA&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;, or Nurses Aides.  They both know how to care for the disabled, and this he elderly and have a few years &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_30&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;expierence&lt;/span&gt; under there belts.  Yet still Thomas Williams was just too set in his ways to listen to either one of them for advice, not even to listen to his son and daughters advice, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_31&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella.  This really confused &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_32&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_33&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!  You see she had always known &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_34&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and Bella to be the favorite of the family since she was a small child, so for anyone not to do something to make them both happy, it just made no &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_35&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; to her at all.  Well this was just a battle they were all loosing together.  Plus the other issue of Grand children, which just sent them all into some state of depression or another.  You see &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_36&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Aiden&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; wife wasn&#39;t able to have a baby, without some very hard surgeries. Then the same with &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_37&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt;.  Bella had suffered a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_38&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;miscarriage&lt;/span&gt; and wasn&#39;t sure if medically the same thing would happen again next time too, if she tried.  So, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_39&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Grandchildren&lt;/span&gt; were just not in the cards, for the time being anyway.  Even though they all knew &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_40&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; and his wife Winnie were both very ready to be parents.  &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_41&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; was just not ready in any way.  Bella would like to be but not yet.  Well, these things they all knew about &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_42&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; for some time now.  It&#39;s the sadness of everything, the bad economy, soldiers still at war.  The news filled with so much hardship.  Who could be anything but a little bit helpless, and just plain old sad.  Then &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_43&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Emelie&lt;/span&gt; being the eldest and a bit &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_44&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; herself on group sessions as a form of therapy.  Since she herself had attended a few in another dark little corner of her life when she had been, badly abused, and beaten by her ex-boyfriend.  Then left him to live back with her family.  She found that she was &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_45&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; a caregiver at heart, and that is why it was so easy for a person to take her for granted, and abuse her even, if she didn&#39;t put a stop to it at once!  So we end are family therapy meeting at knowing the family a bit better.  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