for many years my baby sister has looked back on her mother as some kind of hateful bitch. It has taken me a long time to get her to realize how much her mother loved her. And that she did do something about the theft of her childhood.
When she put him out of the house it was like a death sentence for that man. He could not survive with out Rose. May he rest in peace.
A father to his sons, a nightmare to his daughter.
I will never forget how Rose shrieked and cried, threw herself on his coffin. While I froze up inside. Until November 22, 1963 when all hell broke loose. And I fell off the edge of my mind.
carotid in hands
suicide by matricide
her face so sad
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