<?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-2623904382523687109</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:21:16.030-04:00</updated><category term="Damian"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Grandson"/><category term="Missing you"/><category term="Beach trip"/><category term="Missing"/><category term="The New House"/><category term="t"/><title type='text'>Letters to Damian</title><subtitle type='html'>Letters to my Grandson Damian  Nichter. I just found out  that his dad has taken him and is keeping him away from us. But I am not going to let that stop me from reaching out to him , And these letters are for him so he will know we love him and miss him greatly very much.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>BillieJo &quot; Shiconey &quot; </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01515873525891287028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623904382523687109.post-5277959573005495069</id><published>2022-09-25T13:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2022-09-25T13:27:53.090-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Damian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missing you"/><title type='text'>Hello D,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YFTTrXPxHkeiz2UqqHzMfI7syAec0dOS8tgN3wyM3PH0ugUwJjbYD2rp6ZGxVXLuJqQNCp-WrLyrbWyd_SIiaPL2gD6GZxDtugiNd6co2KaMSy-4Q6YXssqhIunc27b8-e9FKNEx-zXXVaAsYIf4Z2sly57Hw3d_KdHQCy4gxptuSeEwEPu41w/s3648/20220920_100032_03.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3648&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2736&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YFTTrXPxHkeiz2UqqHzMfI7syAec0dOS8tgN3wyM3PH0ugUwJjbYD2rp6ZGxVXLuJqQNCp-WrLyrbWyd_SIiaPL2gD6GZxDtugiNd6co2KaMSy-4Q6YXssqhIunc27b8-e9FKNEx-zXXVaAsYIf4Z2sly57Hw3d_KdHQCy4gxptuSeEwEPu41w/s320/20220920_100032_03.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Its me . I am your Meme . That is what you called me until they took you from my arms . I know one day you will be back in our lives . One day we will be able to once again hear your laughter and see your smile . I think about you everyday and I know your mothers does as well . She has changed so much from when you were small and they hide&amp;nbsp; you away from her . Ever so tears we would almost find you and you would disappear once more . I have bumped into your other grandmother and she is always as hateful as ever. She knows where you are I only hope you get your every wish fulfilled and plenty of hugs. You are a young man now soon you will be 14 . I seen you were on the honor roll in school . Your so smart . We are so proud of you and all you achieve . I love you . We love and your are apart of our family too .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Always love ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;your Meme,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Billie Jo&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/feeds/5277959573005495069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2022/09/hello-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/5277959573005495069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/5277959573005495069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2022/09/hello-d.html' title='Hello D,'/><author><name>BillieJo &quot; Shiconey &quot; </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01515873525891287028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YFTTrXPxHkeiz2UqqHzMfI7syAec0dOS8tgN3wyM3PH0ugUwJjbYD2rp6ZGxVXLuJqQNCp-WrLyrbWyd_SIiaPL2gD6GZxDtugiNd6co2KaMSy-4Q6YXssqhIunc27b8-e9FKNEx-zXXVaAsYIf4Z2sly57Hw3d_KdHQCy4gxptuSeEwEPu41w/s72-c/20220920_100032_03.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623904382523687109.post-4519386423604788445</id><published>2018-03-07T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2018-03-07T08:21:11.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Hello little man ,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I had a dream about you last night or maybe it was this morning ? I was sleeping so I am really unsure of the time .&amp;nbsp; Any who I had a small listening device like a baby monitor ( I don&#39;t know where it came from and somehow the other end was with you ) I could hear you talking calling out Meme , meme, I was so excited I could not contain myself so I answered back . &quot; I am your Meme, don&#39;t be scared &quot; and you said &quot; I know you,Meme &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;( THIS IS STARTING TO MAKE ME CRY )&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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You said &quot; I know you , Meme&quot; I asked you if you are happy and you said &quot;yes&quot; . I asked you if you like your school and you said ...&quot; yes &quot; I asked you if you know how much you are Loved by us ? and you said &quot; yes &quot; . We love you Damian so much .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Hey buddy&amp;nbsp; .&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sorry it has been so long since you have heard from me&amp;nbsp; I have started working on our family tree through Ancestry.com I did my DNA so if one day if we should never meet again ....( mind you that is if you should ever do a DNA&amp;nbsp; test through Ancestry&amp;nbsp; as will you will have a connection to Our side of the family ) . I was at the Randleman Walmart Friday ( which was 2/9/2018 so you know ) and I was walking to the Dollar tree and I seen your Aunt Kasandra coming out of the smoke shop . She had her head down so I know she seen me before I even spoke to her . ( I can not imagine what I have done to those people of yours ......I THINK IT IS BECAUSE THEY KNOW YOUR FATHER WAS WRONG IN TAKING YOU AWAY FROM YOUR MOTHER THE WAY HE DID ) she brought to you him for visitation and well yo know he took you and you are hidden away from us .&amp;nbsp; Anyway I said &quot; Hey Kasandra , hows Damian&amp;nbsp; &quot;? she said hey before I could even get&amp;nbsp; my hey out .... but when it came to a response for my &quot;hows&amp;nbsp; Damian &quot;she just grumbled at me . One day I will bump into you all and you and I know you will see me and we will smile at each other even if you don&#39;t know who I am because we have a connection that is in our blood and no one can take that away from us .( and of course because I have blue hair ) lol&amp;nbsp; . Your mom is well and she continues to stay strong for you . I know she struggles because she misses you so much . I know because we can feel that empty spot where you once where in our lives . I found a blurry picture of you and your dad Joe. You are getting so big . If they dont want us to find you then they should not put images up on public sites , but knowing them they do it because they hope it will provoke us more pain in missing you and it does . I mean one has to have a heart made of stone to keep on hurting us the way they do . I mean just writing this to you brings up feeling I&amp;nbsp; hope you never ever experience .&amp;nbsp; .&lt;br /&gt;
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I just thought I would share a few &amp;nbsp;photos of where Pawpaw and myself went to the beach this past Easter weekend . This was breakfast on Easter morning .&lt;br /&gt;
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I just realized that in taking this picture that Pawpaw&#39;s John ne beach hat is the same color as my hair . Ironic? &amp;nbsp;Who knows ?&lt;br /&gt;
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This picture is of Pawpaw John flying our sea turtle kite . Surprisingly enough it went into the air with little to no effort at all , he sat there on the sand while holding the kite into the air , released his grip and into the air it soared . Higher and higher .&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/feeds/2393321396133823693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2017/05/beach-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/2393321396133823693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/2393321396133823693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2017/05/beach-trip.html' title='Beach trip '/><author><name>BillieJo &quot; Shiconey &quot; </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01515873525891287028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DZv_qPVQopSUdilSzGV6Bm3a-cTmzO0oMX7yTaR9kmywZAQj7UZKdb2oEf9cWzP56SFkdNRX6kqzUBQHfIJDTBGhc2LwTQqX8AAp5IXTDCw6AinL4TVw_VCc97cbXZrqa3FlvDdb/s72-c/20170414_065438%25280%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623904382523687109.post-5101589905232705234</id><published>2017-04-07T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2017-04-07T16:59:45.833-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Damian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missing you"/><title type='text'>Shocked ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I hope you are doing well . I just have to write to you even though I know you can&#39;t read yet ,but you will be able to one day and hopefully you will find this . Your dad sent me a message . so here it is .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f1f0f0; color: #4b4f56; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not trying to get into a big argument or back in forth bickering. Do you know how I can get in contact with Brandi? I have some legal matters we need to get figured out. I&#39;ve messaged her on here and haven&#39;t gotten anything back.  .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It took a few days before it actually hit me that it was a recent message from him and not the old ones where he told me I could not see you anymore , but none the less he reached out to me to find your mom . I did all I could . I called all the numbers I had and I sent messages to who I thought may be able to reach her that&#39;s all I could do .I mean , about that . I believe I might of made her upset with me . You see I wrote her a letter about how I felt and what I went through when she and your aunt B were small and how I did all I could do to do &amp;nbsp;the right thing for them when they were little like you are now . &amp;nbsp;I think she may of taken it the wrong way. You see I know how it feels to not have your children with you . When others continuously try to keep them away from you . &amp;nbsp;I had to fight to be in their life because others felt like I was not good enough to be their mom . I knew one day they would be with me &amp;nbsp;,but that distance that was created by those other people created such a huge distance between me and them . I feel that distance deep in my heart for them then and you &amp;nbsp;now . All these feelings of hurt and and all that anger just keeps bubbling up inside me . It haunts me .I know I will never be able to get that back ,all of those precious moments from where they were so young all of those things I was forced to miss. &amp;nbsp;I know it wont do anyone any good to stay hurt and sad and angry .I know that . &amp;nbsp;I know I need to accept that you are gone from my life , but it is so hard thinking I may never get to see you or hold you again . Knowing that you are out there somewhere . &amp;nbsp;And I can&#39;t help but be sad . Even in the best case scenario if your mom and dad could fix whats broken and I do finally get to be in your life again . (I would be the Meme ever ! ) I feel I would still be sad because so much time has passed and you don&#39;t even know who I am anymore . I would just be some old woman to you . You would not &amp;nbsp;be able to remember riding on papa Johns tractor ,or riding your tricycle in the yard ,or playing in the huge pile of leaves in the fall . All the games we would play together when you knew who we were . That makes me sad . I love you much . I just thought you should know .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hey Bud ,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I hope you are well . This Spring I find I am just a bit more sad than usual . You see it seems as if all of my neighbors now have grandchildren and families coming over and they play in the street riding their bikes and scooters and bonce their balls . I hear them laugh and squeal because they are so happy . My heart breaks because I can&#39;t have that with you . When you were small you were here and now you are not .So many years have passed and will continue to do so . You probably don&#39;t even remember us any more . I know no one talks to you about us and if they do I am sure it is not in a positive manner and I am sorry for that . We did nothing wrong ,but yet we are being punished . Having such a gift like you in our lives and ..... your gone and no one knows where you are . And when I ask they refuse to say . Its..... &quot;Joe wont have it &quot;! Like what did I do to him ? Other than bring him into my trust and man did he hurt me . He hurt everyone around me . He continues to do it even today . I have done nothing but reach out to him and his family and they shut me down at every turn . I have no hard feelings except I have an empty place were you use to be . I have my memories and no one can take them away from me like he did you . I am sad from missing you . I will not stop writing to you . I just can&#39;t do it as often as I would like because I get so sad . I wonder about you everyday . I wonder if you are happy . I wonder if you know who your mommy is . I have a friend who has a grandson your age and I wonder if you are as tall as he is . &amp;nbsp;I wonder how you are doing in school , if you have lots of friends . Do you laugh like you used to ? Of course you don&#39;t because you are a big boy now .Your 8 going on 9 this December . The last time I seen you ,you were so small and you were crying because you didn&#39;t want to leave . I didn&#39;t want you to have to go , but it was not up to me. &amp;nbsp;I love you Damian . Always and always .&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey little man ,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Your mom called me yesterday and she was so upset. Apparently she has been working while staying with some friends and was waiting on her tax return so she could move out and your father has done something to involve child support , while that is all fine and good with the exception that no one will tell her or me where you are . (the good thing about that is now she can find out information on him and you &amp;nbsp;) As a grandparent in this state &amp;nbsp;I have no legal rights to information on you through the system . I am sure she does not mind paying child support it is the fact they she still does not know where you are or have the ability to see you because of your dad Joe and your Grandma R continue hiding you away from her . Which is rather juvenile . Every time your mom comes to visit me we look for you and like vapor they vanish yet again in thin air .I hope they &amp;nbsp;are taking care of you .Giving you all that you need and want . I know your grandmother was working at the Dollar General in Asheboro and your Aunt K was working at the Waffle house in Randleman I don&#39;t know if they still do .I can not go into those places because of the hostility they give me when I did go in those places . I find them by sheer luck but neither would give me information to your father . I asked your grandma when I would be able to see you and all she said was &quot; Joe will not have it !&#39;&#39; Like seriously what did I do to him ? He lived in my homes and I did all I could for him and your mom while they were still together , and I am the bad person here ? I don&#39;t think so . Fear has your dad hiding you from us , I think it is because he knows that he will &amp;nbsp;have to co-parent with your mom . She has rights but without knowing where you are , how can she get those rights ? It is going on 6 years now since any of us have seen you or known where you are or the people that I hope are taking care of you . Giving you all the love and happiness you deserve .They hide you away from us like you are a piece of property &amp;nbsp;. A pawn in some sort of sick game in which he gets to make the rules up as he goes along . In the meantime he is hurting your mother and you in the process . I hope without the knowledge of the pain he is causing to my daughter and inadvertently you as well . I mean to say if he is causing her pain on purpose he is more twisted than I though .You should not be keep away from your mom ( or us )she continues searching for you and she gets knocked down time after time after time but she still searches for you . She like many of us as humans has made mistakes , some questionable choices . ( Only questionable to others not to her , she has been hurt by your father and he continues to hurt her even now by keeping you hidden away from her )Your dad plays his games dirty with her &amp;nbsp;he does not fight fair . He should not be keeping you away from her like he is and has. She is not the bad person here he is . Parents together or apart should get along for the child&#39;s sake (I believe any way ) &amp;nbsp;Your father loved her once as she loved him and he continues to wreck her and my heart breaks for that pain he is continuously causing her .It seems like any moment of happiness she has a chance to grab , somehow your father manages alone or with the help of others to try to that happiness . His ego is crushed because she was trying to find her own for the two of you and when she got her life together she brought you to him for a visit and he disappears with you without a trace &amp;nbsp;. My daughter is left heartbroken and stressed at her wit&#39;s end in loss of not knowing where you are or bringing able to see you , to hold you in her arms . That is a pain no parent should have to go through . That is a pain no person should have to go through . It breaks my heart to know that her heart breaks from the absence of you in her life . It is not right that she is being hurt over and over by your dad .He should try to repair the damage he is doing to her for the love of you in his heart .If for no other reason then to create a wholeness in you . To make you a happy with having your mom in your life . So has been through enough pain . She needs you . You are her life , and she is broken with out her little boy . I just dont understand how your daddy can not see that . Time has pasted and it is time to forgive and find away to move forward together .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I could not sleep and had to write to you . We love you so much Damian&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; we miss you deeply and I know one day you will be reunited with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I hope the holidays have been good to you and I hope Santa found you since we can not . What am I talking about , Of course Santa find you &amp;nbsp;. Even thou we do not know where you are Santa always knows where all the good children are . I know that &amp;nbsp;Santa paid a visit here for you too . Santa comes by here every year and leave you presents . I hope that someday I will be able to give them to you . &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a picture of our tree this year .&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/feeds/4781690569710704922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2016/12/happy-holidays-little-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/4781690569710704922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/4781690569710704922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2016/12/happy-holidays-little-man.html' title='Happy Holidays little man .'/><author><name>BillieJo &quot; Shiconey &quot; </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01515873525891287028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtDTIev2WAIXMb0o5oHGFBNS6bFsZlPsigTZRLensY772rB6gexcQ7VlDm38dI62pc3a3nZUVhzLBw_WPbG7qa5q_g4guGrJfauxLSyno10QF5H9ZEqL3lTTKhyphenhyphenDh3mYSS4evcIpEL5w/s72-c/20161128_052316.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623904382523687109.post-4103535484039484060</id><published>2016-08-26T08:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2016-08-29T06:42:47.153-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Damian"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missing"/><title type='text'>Breakfast surprise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dearest boy ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Your paw paw John and I woke up early this morning and we decided to go eat&amp;nbsp;breakfast&amp;nbsp;, the place we&amp;nbsp;usually&amp;nbsp;go to changed it hours so we decided to go to the &amp;nbsp;a waffle place instead . We pull into the&amp;nbsp;parking lot and I look through the window and I see your Aunt Kay Kay . And a smile comes across my face , but as soon as we walk through the door she turns and starts shaking her head NO, NO, NO, as she walks back into the the cubby I hear her&amp;nbsp;stating&amp;nbsp;&quot; I not waiting on her . I am not waiting on&amp;nbsp;her . She is my brothers mother in law .&quot; I smile and another waitress comes out and takes our order . I don&#39;t know why I have this effect on your fathers side of the family . I have done no wrong to them . but , however they tend to flee from me . We ate our&amp;nbsp;breakfast&amp;nbsp;and I noticed she was working&amp;nbsp;the register and she could not avoid me there . I smile. When it is my turn I step up and say &quot; Good morning Kay Kay . &quot; she then replies &quot; Mmm&quot; . So I repeat &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;myself . &quot; Good morning Kay Kay&#39;&#39;she repeats her &quot; Mmm&quot; . I then reply with a &quot; Now your not going to be rude are you ?&#39;&#39;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;she say &quot; What?&#39;&#39; I repeat &quot; Now your not going to be rude are you . I said Good morning Kay Kay.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;She says&quot;I heard my name so I said Mmm.&quot; I then ask her how she was . She tells me &quot;fine&quot; I say well that is nice &quot;. I then ask her how YOU are and she replies with a &amp;nbsp;&quot;good&#39;&#39; . I say &quot; that is good &quot;. I then tell her to have a&amp;nbsp;pleasant&amp;nbsp;day , turn and walk away . the whole time I am going through this back and forth with her she has a waitress standing by her . which was great for me because if we ever have to go to court I have a witness to the event that took place .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;While we are sitting in the&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;I text your mom and tell her where I am and who works there . I keep her&amp;nbsp;informed&amp;nbsp;on such thing because every time she come to look for you they all&amp;nbsp;disappear&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Your mother reply to the via text &quot; So they def all moved back to town . After I looked everywhere !!!&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I don&#39;t know why they are keeping you from her that is what I hate about this whole thing . Every time she comes to look for you or&amp;nbsp;reaches&amp;nbsp;out to find you, she is told lies and they vanish into thin air .I don&#39;t understand why if they love you would they want to keep you from your mother . That is no kind of love using a life to hurt a life . You are&amp;nbsp;innocent&amp;nbsp;in this and &amp;nbsp;yet you are using you to hurt her . I only hope that they treat you better than they do us . &amp;nbsp;We love you Damian and one day you will know the truth . I only hope this matter is repaired while you are still young enough to get over it . The longer it goes on the more it will hurt . I know from experience , as does your mother . &amp;nbsp;I was kept from her as she is being kept from you . We Love you D ,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Hey little man ,&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Well , perhaps not so little . I mean you are still a little boy no in this point and time but, who know when and if you ever find and read these you may be grown up by then . I miss you . We miss you and every time I drive by the Dollar General where your grandmother Regina works it feels like you were taken away from us all over again . She said &quot; Joe wont have it !.&quot; He wont let me see you . I know you are close and they wont let us see you . I mean what harm is going to befall you if you are around us ? They took you crying from me and that was one of the worse things that has happened to me in my life ,and let me tell you it has been no picnic . I could not possibly imagine what they tell you about your mother or us . I do know that it is more then likely it is all a bunch of trash . Fear makes people act in strange ways .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguUYJvWpwkA_aFHsvSqB9s9LJsEAPhsXCpPZsYWr5cFgtao64d7jEfQy2Y4OtKbloi7PLcMXUsfA0TfyqOf6PAPZx7qw_bF6tZrnf6Flc44V7bur11BML3wn4g4VTupfKNIY3vlLhiAzA/s1600/11201605_10202970257456546_8824410000746423569_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;176&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguUYJvWpwkA_aFHsvSqB9s9LJsEAPhsXCpPZsYWr5cFgtao64d7jEfQy2Y4OtKbloi7PLcMXUsfA0TfyqOf6PAPZx7qw_bF6tZrnf6Flc44V7bur11BML3wn4g4VTupfKNIY3vlLhiAzA/s320/11201605_10202970257456546_8824410000746423569_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am here for you Damian . We all are whether they want us too be or not .&lt;br /&gt;
I put the pictures up of us so you know who we are .And if we should not see each other again you will always know that we love you even if we can not be with you . You are a ghost that haunts our minds . Our memories of you laughing as we watched &quot; Up&quot; a hundred times and played tickles . We have your pictures on our &amp;nbsp;refrigerator , your toys are in the toy room and I keep your rubber duckies right where they were used last in the bathroom beside on the tub and it has been almost 5 years now since you were here last . My dream is one day I will wake up from this nightmare and we will be together again . One big happy family . Us , them and most importantly you . We wish you all the best things in life ,and I hope you are healthy and happy and hope you never feel lonely because we are here even if you can not see us .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Love is what we are born with , Fear is what we learn .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have tried to reach out so any times and I continue to this day . I back to the Family Dollar and gave Regina your other Grandmother a letter for your father to read now , whether he gets it is another story . I don&#39;t quite understand nor do I &amp;nbsp;know what their fear is of me , other than I am different . I say fear here because they are either intimidated of me ( why when Regina seen me for the first time since she took you from me &amp;nbsp;she could not or would not look me in the face ) that is s sign of guilt or shame . I am a strong woman who has done and continues to do the best I can with this life . I admit I was a very protective and assertive person in my youth . That was the role I was put into at a very early age by my mother . It was my job to protect her when she should of been protecting me . That was how I was trained . I have realized throughout &amp;nbsp;time that , that was wrong of her . I was a protector and I feel as if I did not protect you because you are know gone .&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, Damian my mother did not teach me how to be a mother she taught me how to be hard and selfish , cold . I am paying for something I had no control over . I didn&#39;t know that ,that was not how it should of been until I was grown and she was gone . So ,I am saddened and at times filled with regret and resentment . You see she kept me away from all but her side of the family , so I did not know who they were . I didn&#39;t get a chance to know them and when I was old enough to find out and spend time with them I was a STRANGER and I still am . I am an outcast in my own family because of it . Your great grandparents Gene and Charles did the same to your mom , they kept us apart , I did everything I could see them and be close to them but there is always a distance created between when Ones can not be together to grow and learn . Your great grandfather Charles was &amp;nbsp;a good man and he stood by what ever his wife did because that was how he was raised ,and it was not until he had pasted did Gene reach out to me and released Brandi from her grasp for a short time but to this day , with you as the pawn she hurts your mother all over again .They keep Brandi in a state undo stress and in a constant fit of anguish . Almost to the breaking point to where the best I can figure she is angry and sad and missing you dearly . I figure every time she gets a bit ahead of the situation she gets knocked back down again ,and sometimes it is hard to find the strength and courage to get back up . &amp;nbsp;I say this because that is what I was going through when they were being kept from me , my daughters . My flesh and blood . Your great grandparents made me feel like your mom and aunt Brittany were better off with out me and for a short while I believed them .&lt;br /&gt;
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I am trying to this day to recover from the damage brought on by the one who was supposed to protect me and keep me safe from harm , but all she did was use me in some sort of power play to hurt others &amp;nbsp;for her own selfish needs and instead in long run of things she inevitably hurt me . Here I am 44 years old and I am a mess . I do not want that for you . And I am sorry if that is the case at hand . You see my darling we all have our own &amp;nbsp;truth . Your mom , she at this moment is trying to do all she can to get back to you .To repair the damage and bridge that gap between you created by your father . She has her own demons she fights everyday . She was kept from me and was told horrible lies about me just so Gene could have a false connection to her . Have that power over your mom . And know your mom is being kept away from you by those who are doing the same to you . Horrible Demons . Know I am not calling your dad and Regina a demon but , I can not for the life of me understand how they think keeping the two of you apart is a good thing . Your great grandmother Gene is doing the same thing to your mom the she did to me .She knew about the court dates coming and all the while communicating with your mom failed to tell her about them , so your mom did not come to them . I don&#39;t understand why she wanted to hurt your mom and in doing so she hurts you . And that hurts me .There is way to much hurting going on .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You must first let go of what you don&#39;t want .&lt;br /&gt;
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I want Peace of mind and spirit. So what does that mean for me .&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I will not let go !&lt;br /&gt;
But , I must find away to let this go . All of the pain from loss and fear from then known and unknown , the what if&#39;s , and should of&#39;s and could of&#39;s . All of the anger and sadness . All of the self doubts and uncertainties . I have to trust that you are well . And Safe . That you are happy even in knowing that one day you will be sad and confused and hurt by things that you will learn in the future . I can only hope that what ever this is between your parents gets resolved while you are still young enough to forget the distance that has been created by those who are raising you now , so you wont be unhappy as an adult . Your parents are young and when we are young we do stupid and thoughtless things and we hurt the ones we love because that is what is taught to us by the ones caring for us when we are small . We learn by example . When we become grown we learn the difference from what we were taught and what is right in some cases &amp;nbsp;we try to do better and in some cases . Well, ignorance does not always bring bliss . Some people don&#39;t change and they continue their tyrannical reign over others with the continue to &amp;nbsp;do harm . Eventually this will end but only when we are able to stand up and walk away from it . Your mom did not step away from you . She stepped away from Regina and Gene and Joe ,and you are being used as a weapon against her to hurt her . &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;With Perfect Love ,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and Perfect Trust .&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Let others do what they must .&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; May my words keep you safe &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;from harm .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I was going to see one of &amp;nbsp;my best friends Julie. &amp;nbsp;On the way I decided to check out the &amp;nbsp;new Family Dollar in the neighborhood just to waste some time ,because I didn&#39;t need to be &amp;nbsp;at Julie&#39;s house until noon . So , I go in to the store and walk up and down each isle to see what kind of things they have in this new store . I find some really cute little mushrooms and &amp;nbsp;I thought they would look great in my potted plants and as I walk up to the the counter to pay I noticed the cashier. Well , all I really seen in that point in time was the right side of her head and as the customer in front of me stepped away , I seen her face . It was your Grandmother Regina ! The last time I seen you she and your Aunt KayKay had came to my house to pick you up &amp;nbsp;. I thought that was strange because your Daddy was the one that was suppose to come to pick you up . You were happy to see them at first but that soon changed when you realized you were going to go with them , you started to cry and you didn&#39;t stop . You did not want go to her and I had to put you in the car the whole time you were crying and my heart was breaking , ( If I would of known that we would not be able to be a part of your life I would not of let you go ) but , your mommy had brought you back so you could spend time with your daddy before he was suppose to start &amp;nbsp;his training in the National Guard ( If that is even true I do not know ?) . Regina said that you would be back to visit . But, little did I know that was going to be the last time I would Hold you in my arms . The &amp;nbsp;days that past into weeks and then months and now years have gone by and I am haunted by a grandson that I can not see . &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I like to think of myself as a strong person but it has truly gotten so hard to not be sad , and angry &amp;nbsp;since I seen Regina again . We ( your mom and I have tried to locate them and you for 5 years now ) and I walked into a store and there she was &amp;nbsp;the woman who took you from me . But to the story . I walked up to the counter and as she looked at me all the color in her face washed from flesh and she was pale as a ghost . I smile and I said &quot;Well, Hello Regina .&#39;&#39; and all she could reply was &#39;&#39; Oh , My.&quot;and looked down at the counter and from that moment on she didn&#39;t look up again .I than with a smile forced upon my face said &quot; I would like to see my grandson .&quot; while still looking down she says &quot;Joe ! Will not have it !&quot; I than said &quot; Well, I do not know why ?&quot; she put my mushrooms in a bag handed me my change (while mind you still not looking up ) I took my receipt and started to crumbled it and than I said &quot; Have a nice day .&quot; and continued to walked away .&lt;br /&gt;
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When I got to the car I immediately called your mom and told her about the encounter I just had . Your mom was so excited to the fact that I had found your other Grandmother and in return some how I found a link back to you . &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I truly do not know what to do Baby boy . I have no legal rights to see you . It is between you Daddy and Your Mommy and until they get this taking care of my heart will continue to break . I struggle with the thought that you too are going to be hurt by all of this because they can not act like grown ups and do what is right by you . &amp;nbsp;Your daddy keeping you away from those of us who love you and want to teach you about your those in our family that has pasted on before you arrived or shortly there after , like your Great NaNa who pasted from Cancer the year you were born . She was strong and had gone through her own difficulties in her life &amp;nbsp;and I believe if she was still alive today this would not be happening &amp;nbsp;. Or , your great great Grandpop &amp;nbsp;who was a writer and a poet that also pasted from Cancer . He was so proud when he got hold you in his arms . These things are going to cause anger and resentment towards those who have kept you apart from those of us who are also your family .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t know what to to . You are the last thing I think about at night when I sleep and you are the first thing I think of when ever I open my eyes . It is a viscous cycle , that I wish I could stop &amp;nbsp;, but I can not because I miss you so much . I can not even write to you everyday like I said I would because &amp;nbsp;I get so sad . &amp;nbsp;I try to be strong but this hurt is a true hurt . I went through this pain before with your Mom and Aunt with their other Grandmother your Great grandma Gene . She kept them from me just as they are keeping you from us . Remember Dear boy there are more sides to every story His - Hers- Mine - Theirs and the Truth . My truth is here in these letters to you . They are my feelings experiences and no one else&#39;s . &amp;nbsp;I hope , No . I wait for the day to spend with &amp;nbsp;you again .&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/feeds/1160581984043464719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2016/03/your-other-grandmother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/1160581984043464719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/1160581984043464719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2016/03/your-other-grandmother.html' title='Your other Grandmother , '/><author><name>BillieJo &quot; Shiconey &quot; </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01515873525891287028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRG_l_MDmuNQ-Hh-mbL4j4-Wa1Ejvu176Ep9xTUfHI4dq-SntTKwUQ__fqTKK2si6UxLGpcnwHlkP7CuiwLeDwrh5S93tTdMRqMwHKlNGq3I9QA216zaCdFilsM57bn7KiAKUmgn4X-FY/s72-c/312929_260316440671763_157272985_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623904382523687109.post-6071381105453761854</id><published>2016-02-05T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2016-02-05T17:12:35.925-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grandson"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Missing you"/><title type='text'>Damian ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was in the Randleman Dollar tree&amp;nbsp;yesterday buying some things for this and that just as happy as I could be and I noticed these people that came in . There was a young lady with brown hair in a pony tail &amp;nbsp;in sweat pants kind of scruffy looking and then I noticed an old man with with white hair &amp;nbsp;he had to be in his 60s or even 70s and then I noticed a little boy . He had Brown hair and was wearing a gray sweat shirt like jacket . Hmm.... strange what one remembers . Any way I was looking shopping for what I was shopping for and we would all pass each other from isle to isle&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;. I remember the little boy every time I looked at him I would wonder( Would &amp;nbsp;Damian be that tall now) the little boy &amp;nbsp;looked so sad , like he&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;even want to be there or like he couldn&#39;t have what he&amp;nbsp;wanted . Than I heard it &quot;Damian put that down.&quot;&quot; No, Damian .&quot; I walked around the isle looking Damian . I had to act like I wasn&#39;t wondering if that was my Grandson . I looked closer to the people that the little boy was with . I didn&#39;t know who were . They&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;look&amp;nbsp;familiar&amp;nbsp;to me . Surely that wasn&#39;t my Damian .!? My Damian had blonde hair when I seen him years ago . But, hair color changes , I had so many thing going through my mind in that split second that I was trying to remember every little thing I could about you when I seen you last . Could you of changed? Was that you ? Or was that just a sad little boy named Damian ? &amp;nbsp;I felt confused and lost because here I was standing in the Dollar tree in my town and there was a little named Damian , and I couldn&#39;t tell if it was you or not . And here I am still haunted by the fact that I wont know if it was . Now , I&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;drive myself mad wondering was it or wasn&#39;t it . Or , I can just say that he was just a sad little boy that shares the same name as my Grandson .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; BillieJo Craig&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Well my little man it is that time of the Season again where &amp;nbsp;a chill hits the air and soon the little goblins and spooks come out to play. It is my favorite time of year but also the saddest due to the fact that I can not see you . It seems like the whole neighborhood has grandchildren running around and I find that I a bitter for the fact that we can not be a part of each others lives . &amp;nbsp;All I have are memories.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;So I will share of with you .I am sure you have seen these already ,but seeing how we have not seen You I don&#39;t have any others. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I still rake up all the leaves from in the yard . Last year your Aunt Cherokee and one of her friends played in them . I too go out and jump in the pile an occasion . I like to run through them and just make a big old leafy yard mess . It has been known to look worse after the leaves are played in then it does before we rake and blow them in to the pile .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;You and your Mommy this is the last Halloween that we got to pend with you . You were a red Power Ranger in a hunters cap . Lol . If I recall correctly you were also cranky from lack of a nap or was it because you woke up from a nap . Either was you were a bit cranky . But , my boy even when you were cranky you were still a sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello my dearest boy ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Another &amp;nbsp;school year is here for you . I am not sure what grade you are in now &amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;ashamed to say . &amp;nbsp;The 1st or 2nd .I guess that comes with not knowing where you are &amp;nbsp;being forced to be absent in ones life .But , I have always had an issue with memories . Short term that is . Well , I choose not to&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;much , much , much of my youth for it was how can I say this with out sounding crass ? Hmm it , Sucked ! Pretty much . I only hope your childhood is better . &amp;nbsp;Alas , I am still at times trying to get over it &amp;nbsp;. But enough about me for now &amp;nbsp;.Oh , how I miss you &amp;nbsp;little man . The days have turned into weeks ,the weeks have turned into months and the months have turned into years and time continues to pass, I can only hope that I will get to know you before I am too old to play &amp;nbsp;. It is now going on 4 years since we have seen your smiling face in our home &amp;nbsp;.Playing with the animals . I don&#39;t have anyone to watch cartoons with ( Yes, I still watch cartoons ) and to this day I can not watch &quot;Up&quot; to save my &amp;nbsp;life , because that was your favorite .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have your little red tricycle it is hanging in the building &amp;nbsp;. I think you got to play with it a few days before you were taking away from us . Before your other Grandma came and took you crying from my arms . I still have night mares about that . Your Father could not even come and get you his self he sent his mother and his sister to take you from me . And he hides you from us , like we are&amp;nbsp;villains ,&amp;nbsp;not letting us be a part of your life . Little does he know (unless I&amp;nbsp;die first )which I hope to live a long&amp;nbsp;vibrant life&amp;nbsp; . I will see you again . I know in my heart of&amp;nbsp;hearts I will see you again .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Goddess will make sure of that little one. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Although&amp;nbsp;you &amp;nbsp;are getting bigger with every passing day and learning more . I only hope you are happy and you are being loved enough . We are here for you Damian and we love you dearly that will never change . &amp;nbsp;Peace go with you my little angel .Sweet Dreams , Happy Dream ,&amp;nbsp;Pleasant Dreams We Love you &amp;nbsp;dearly , Good night .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey Buddy ,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I hope this letter finds you well . I miss you , more than you could ever know .I have not seen any new pictures on the internet lately ,but I am sure your are getting bigger as everyday goes by . Let me see you should be in the first&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;second grade now . I did find a picture of you at school eating lunch you&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;look too happy ,but sometimes new things are scary and school will did that to a little person . I hate this time of year when it is about the children . You know Easter bunnies and baskets filled with goodies . I missed a lot of that when it came to your mom , you know with us being kept apart . but I could see her and your aunt Brittany every chance I could .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I wrote along time ago that I would write to you every day ,and I am sorry I can&#39;t . You see Buddy , it is just too hard . It is taking everything I have every time I sit down to type to you . I start to cry and my heart breaks all over again . I remember what it was like for me to be kept away from your mom and aunt when they were little girls ,due to others thinking it was the best for them because I would rather build houses and work hard for little money. Instead of being a file clerk or &amp;nbsp;Secretary for an Insurance company . You see your great grandparents were old time people were women did lady like jobs and men were the breadwinners of the families . It was a different time than . I was a headstrong , &amp;nbsp;independent young woman much like your mom . Our pride and honor stands in our way to a lot &amp;nbsp;of times , and she ,like me ,won&#39;t have someone try to make us do something that we know is wrong . And people will lie to you about us because their pride is hurt and they egos wont let them see that they are wrong for what they are doing to us by keeping us all part .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I thought I found away to at least be able to see you if only by pictures but I no longer can . I dont know why your father is so hateful to those of us who love you and who are longing to see you . I do not know why he runs away &amp;nbsp;everytime I try to reach out for you he snatches you away. The last time I spoke to him he said if I&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;stop&amp;nbsp;trying to see you he would take me to court . Take me to court , there is no court that would keep a caring Grandmother from seeing her grandchild with all of the proof I have against him .&amp;nbsp; I dont&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;why he hides you from us . I can only&amp;nbsp;hope&amp;nbsp;that one day he will either stop running and&amp;nbsp;realize that I mean you know harm &amp;nbsp;and forgive himself for whatever it is he is doing ,or maybe oneday you will become old enough to find me to decide for yourself and find us. I&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t know why he is scared&amp;nbsp;of you knowing who we are . He said I could not see you&amp;nbsp;without&amp;nbsp;his&amp;nbsp;permission . So? &amp;nbsp;All I asked of him was to let me , us be apart of your life . I would never hurt you or him . &amp;nbsp;He is doing ALL of the&amp;nbsp;grief&amp;nbsp;dealing himself &amp;nbsp;. I know he must of been hurt &amp;nbsp;when your mother left him , but he pushed her away &amp;nbsp;(and from my point of&amp;nbsp;view he had a lot of help taking you from your mommy&amp;nbsp;) He was mean to her . I know she tried all she could . She&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;leave you my love . She&amp;nbsp;took you with her and when she&amp;nbsp;brought you back to visit with him before he was to &amp;nbsp;leave for training&amp;nbsp;to join the national guard for whatever reason&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;was gone with you when she returned . She nor I have seen you since then , your were 2 . I miss you . It has been so long . It is hard for me to breathe sometimes I have horrible headaches pretty much all the time now . Sometimes , I am&amp;nbsp;afraid&amp;nbsp;I will never see you again my little man . I&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;the energy at times to get up and come here and write to you like I would like to . I have suffered &amp;nbsp;so much heartbreak&amp;nbsp;in my 43 years &amp;nbsp;here , and I am tried . I feel at times I may die of a broken heart , I was forced away from my family and now you . For 3 years I have not seen you , only in pictures here and there .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you are happy little one in the pictures I seen today you look so sad . Oh so sad . My heart breaks . I hope you receive enough love where ever you are . I love you Meme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some things it is just so hard to say with out busting into tears . I always hope you are well and happy .&lt;br /&gt;
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even doing this I am on the verge of breaking down . I only hope one day you find this and &amp;nbsp;in doing so you will find me . I love you dearly . ALWAYS Your Meme ,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Billie Jo Craig&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hey Buddy ,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I hope this finds you well . We are fine . Missing you ,but fine . I just thought I would&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;P &amp;nbsp;a line to let you know once again how much we love you . Your Father has cut us all completely out of your life . When I had my brief &amp;nbsp;messaging conversation in January at 1:30 ish in the am .That he wasnt going to let me see you unless he said I could . I don&#39;t know why he is being such a dink ,but what ever . I will still leave you messages this way &amp;nbsp;in hopes one day you will find them . We love you and miss you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love Your Meme.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/feeds/3399739983196443323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2014/06/missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/3399739983196443323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2623904382523687109/posts/default/3399739983196443323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meme-letterstodamian.blogspot.com/2014/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing you '/><author><name>BillieJo &quot; Shiconey &quot; </name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01515873525891287028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2623904382523687109.post-8956360546704516834</id><published>2014-05-03T20:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-05-03T20:54:08.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Damian  </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Hello My darling boy ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I miss you deeply . It has been such a nice day today I wish you were here . I watered the Tomato &amp;nbsp;garden and your Pawpaw and I went to Spencer to see a friend . I so wish we knew where you were so we could see you , but your daddy is making sure that doesn&#39;t happen . On a different note . A happier note . Your Auntie Cherokee and I laid in the&amp;nbsp;hammock in the back yard for awhile .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your Pawpaw bought a bunch of strawberries yesterday and I finally got to try my hand at Jam making &amp;nbsp;for the first time .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVvDBahzkFfadbbWxLydV-5k4GvAmrVajBHvvUG5gMKzJKLcotWRmoitzD0VC94vFTusUBtoii0RD4uH0eovfM1G_f5gFEFlBgaaN-idUN0fhNYMc6U7Shdh8O_JiBHRQ9CugtQRr92A/s1600/0503141518.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVvDBahzkFfadbbWxLydV-5k4GvAmrVajBHvvUG5gMKzJKLcotWRmoitzD0VC94vFTusUBtoii0RD4uH0eovfM1G_f5gFEFlBgaaN-idUN0fhNYMc6U7Shdh8O_JiBHRQ9CugtQRr92A/s1600/0503141518.jpg&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do you like Strawberries ? Your mommy did when she was your age . Your Auntie Brittany could not stay out of them while I was making the Jam . (Giggle ) Every time I turned around she was&amp;nbsp;eating&amp;nbsp;another Strawberry. She is a big Strawberry . (Giggle) CodieRed is getting so fat . You&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;remember her&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;sure ,and Pyewackit is a mess too . We also have a new animal around the yard I will try to get a picture of it . Pawpaw calls it a whistle pig . You may know it by its common name Ground hog . (Giggle )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Well little man I need to get some rest I have had a busy day . Tomorrow I wash the pets... Fun .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;CodieRed and Pyewackit a couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love Always Meme,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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