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| I’m sure you’re thinking, “Why Joey’s story? I wanted to read your story." This page is dedicated to my precious son Joseph, as well as his brother and sister, in hopes that one day he, and they, will understand why he lost four precious years of his life and why they continue to suffer. This page is also for my “Little Angel” Anthony who was so very young and brave…Anthony was floating on a wide ocean tethered to whomever was stable at the time, always his little head above water (I know it was his little angel wings working overtime to keep him afloat)...Even as the waves crashed and churned threatening to upheave his world my Little Angel continued hanging on. My little Antonio, forever with his perpetual smile and his cheerful words of comfort and hope...Anthony, ever so soothing...ever so gentle...kind of heart to human and animal. This page is also for my precious daughter Kris. Never a lovelier daughter than she…my “te-bear” …wise beyond her years. Kris mothered her two little brothers with a courageous heart, and the heart, soul, and spirit of an angel that God blessed her with, while I could not, and while doing so she missed out on one of the most beautiful times in a young women’s years…her teens. Her initiation into adolescence was a direct and hard drop kick into the world of adult family management and unfortunately into the world of adult evils... We thought you handled it so well. You were so task oriented always on track managing our lives, keeping your little brothers fed,, bathing the boys, paying the bills…but it took its toll on you…little did we know the medical trauma left you with a few psychological traumas of your own that still forever haunt you and interfere with your ability to obtain adequate health care for yourself and interferes in your ability to enjoy life fully. My Youngsters,This Story Is A Gift To You. To Help With Your Healing. I Love You. |
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| Is your hobby or passion writing? Do you feel you can do justice to our story? If so, we invite you to accpet the task of turning our story into something comprehensible. There are so many more details that we've not yet put on paper. There are so many folks who can benefit from reading it. Feel free to contact us at: |
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| The only things Kris did not do were: 1. Go to work and 2. File Taxes. Richard barely hung onto his job and eventually he was made a generous offer although had he not accepted the offer he would no longer have had a job. As far as the taxes go, I strongly caution folks...Don't Forget To File! Good Heavens you'll lose everything! It doesn't matter if you are clinging to life in a hospital...they don't care. I tell you, something is very very wrong with a country that treats it's citizens in this manner. |
| Kris At The Hospital on Easter Morning |
| God Loves Our Children... Our Country Professes too...In action, I wish to see this country prove their love to all our children... yours and mine. |
| February 2003 We've spent years attempting to sort through everything... Yes, years. For the past several years we've attempted to record our story, typing, discussing, sharing feelings and memories, and working on it when we had the chance or when someone shared a personal moment. Thanks to all our friends...especially Edward who remembers how our lives used to be... |
| Joey's Sadness... Prior to April 1995, my son Joey was a happy youngster. Always friendly enjoying meeting other people and exploring the world around him. He played with friends and they took turns having sleepovers. During the evenings neighborhood children would gather on our lawn and we would all play games such as Red Rover, Mother May I, and Simon Says. Joey enjoyed going to Sunday school, birthday parties, to the zoo, museums, and our weekly visits to the park. Joey excelled athletically winning first place trophies, certificates, and ribbons in wrestling, karate, basketball, tee ball, and bowling. He took special interest classes through our local Parks and Recreation Department. Joey was an active, alert, bright, friendly, outgoing, intelligent, happy and joyful little boy. There was nothing in his world that caused worry, stress or grief. His was a carefree childhood secure in the love of his Mother and Father, enjoying a special relationship with his siblings, and secure in his own special place in our family. Joe taught himself to read at a young age. He excellend in math, science, and geography. Joe was musically inclined. Joey loved photography and always enjoyed owning his own camera. He loved people and when on vacation he would walk up to strangers he found interesting and ask permission to photograph them. For him, these photos held a special significance and memory of his vacation trips...he showed people...people enjoying sites and people enjoying each other...this just helped him to be closer to his favorite subject; People. I have to add a note that it is now 2003 and Joe's desire is to become a psychologist and earn his way through school by working as a Personal Coach. A few years ago Joey’s safe carefree world came to a crashing halt. We saw it happen. His siblings, father, mother, and his mother's nurses there to bear witness. We even have a photo to forever remind us of the exact moment this took place within his soul. We hadn’t intended to capture this moment on film but as it turns out Rick was photographing Joey’s brother Tony and there Joe was in the background frozen in place, his face filled with despair, as his gaze fixed upon me in my hospital bed...still fighting for life... he felt his little world falling apart. Overwhelmed by foreign feelings and thoughts that flooded his mind and as articulate as he was, he had no vocabulary to express his overwhelming pain and confusion. He simply stood there frozen. His expression one we’d never before seen and so very sad. He was unable to talk. Unable to walk. Unable to respond to his father’s gentle pleas. |
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