This Picture Has Him Older And In Those Days When Big Hair Was In, So You Gots To Understand The Times He's More Well Rounded Here. Too Skinny Before

Here Dad Is Holding Me (Bj Jr.) As A Babe, I Think This Is In Armadillo Texas

 

 When Dad Was In The Air Force. Doesn't He (Not The Armadillo) Look Like He Is Thinking, 'What Did I Get Myself Into'. I Went On To Join The Service Too, Navy That Is.

The Following You Can Only View If You're Eighteen Or Older.

C'mon Is This Necessary? Don't We Already Have Too Much Nudity On The Internet?

And  

Enough Already!!

It's A Boy, Obviously.

We Will Call Him....Billy Jack II, For He Shall Wreek Havok And Cause Trouble Wherever He Goes.

No, I'm Not Jewish, That's An Operation That Every Male Baby Gets.

 

Here I Am Wearing The Suit Ma Made For Me. Back In The Days When Bow Ties Were In. Don't I Look Cool?

Now Aren't The Only Ones That Wear Bow Ties Black Muslims And Republican Commentators?

 

This Picture Has Me Next To My Little Brother In His Suit (Made By Armani, I Mean Our Mommy) Bro Looks Like He's Doing A Deniro Imitation, Saying, 'You Talkin To Me, I Don't See Anyone Else Here, You Talkin To Me? We Also Have An Cool Uncle Named Robert. 

There's Dad, Holding Us Steady For The Picture, Keeping Us From Getting Too Dirty Or Getting Into A Fight.

 

Here's A Good One Of The Four Of Us. Dad On The Left, Bobby, Me And Mom. 

 Notice The Big Hair?

This Photo Is Bro Bobby On The Right With His Son Robert (Very Tall Now, Me Looking Like I'm Undercover Or Something And Dear Old Dad.

 

 Bobby Also Has Two Daughters. Bobby Is The Hardest Worker I've Ever Seen. Very Funny When He's Being Spontaneous.

This Picture Is Of My Beautiful Wife, Who Needs To Go Somewhere And Eat Fast!, Me Looking Like Big Foot Again And Relax I'm Eating For Three-Me, Myself And I, My Ma, Not So Anorexic Looking Yet, And Dad Who Is Trying To Look Like Me With Those Shady Glasses. Imitation Is The Highest Form Of Flattery. Or Was I Imitatin Him?

This Is During Cute Cynthia's  And My Wedding Reception Outside A Christian Coffeehouse.

Notice The Maxwell House Coffee Can On The Coffee Bar?

See The Connection?

Photo Of Dad, Ma, Michael (Looking Like Red Greens Sidekick) And Tiffany At Wedding. Just Kiddin Michael. 

There's Mommy Dearest On The Left (Before Her Skinny Surgery Compliments Of Dads Great Job), Michael, My Brother The Poseur, Tiffany, Michaels First Wife Good Person That Greatly Helped Him Through Difficult Times), And Dad, With His Cane, That Separates Into A Sword, Remember The Movie 'Blind Fury' With Rutger Hauer?

Dad Always Provided For His Family (Medical Care etc.), He Saw Family As The Crown Of Success. He Was A Success To Me.

Mom Went On The Speaking Circuit After Her Skinny Surgery Preaching The Dangers Of Eating Food And Frightening Buffet Goers Everywhere.

So Why Did I Talk About Us Too?

 Because Dad And Ma Were Fruitful And Multiplied And The End Result Was Us, For Better And Worse. 

My Wife And I Have Taken An Aquila, Priscilla Approach (Acts 18), And Are Attempting To Raise Spiritual Children Through Our Outreach At Facebook And http://MaxwellsHouse.org

Unfortunately, And I.M.H.O. The Great Medical Benefits And Skinny Surgery That Helped Ma, Let Dad Down In The End Resulting In Too Many Infections, Dehydration That Could Have Been Resolved By Simply Giving Him Water, Giving Up Before All Antibiotics Were Tried, And Too Many Days Where He Was Way Too Sedated To Have Any Meaningful Conversations With His Loved Ones. Nurses With Attitude Problems, Dad Too Drugged Or Too Something To Eat, Resulting In Starving To Death, Having To Share A Room With A Screaming Maniac, The Ones In Power Not Asking Him What He Wanted.

We (My Wife And I) Have Some Strong Opinions On How Dad Died In The Nursing Home. What Hurts As Well Is, That Our Views Were Not Considered, Nor Were They Ever, By The Ones With The Legal Not Moral Authority, Prior And During His Hospice Care, Only Rejected, This Raised Our Suspicions Even Further,  Whether Right Or Wrong Not Being Heard Is Nothing New To Me. Scripture Tells Us What To Do With These Kind Of Responses. We Are Of The Persusion That Dad Was Euthanized And Instead Of His Illness Making Him Unable To Eat, It Was The Drugs He Was On. Despite Vocal Objections About It We Were Ignored By The One With The Legal Power And By The Hospice Who 'Cared' For Him.

Dad Got Wiser Toward The End. Learning To Go With The Flow And Truly Loved Mom. He Would Light Up And Suddenly Become Coherent When We Called Ma On The Phone During Our Visits To Dad. Like Many Men He Didn't Always Know How To Show His Love. We (Cynthia And I) Communicated More With Him Toward The Last 12 Years Of His Life Here On Earth Than Any Other Time.

But To End With Good News,  Dad Is Not Suffering Anymore, And Cynthia Heard His Profession Of Faith Before He Left Us. We Got To Say Goodbye To Him.

Lets At Least Remember The Good Things . Goodbye Dad, Until We Get To Make Some More Good Memories.

　

                                                   

Photo Taken At The Grandview: 'If I Could Be King Of The Forest.' Cynthia Took This Picture.

Photos Of The Photos Were Taken And Uploaded By My Wife, Jill Of All Trades, Who Was The Only One (Besides God) That Knew And Believed In Who I Am As A Christ One And Helped Me Understand The Love Of God More, Through Her Love. 

Kenneth, Dad's Brother Told Me That When Dad Got Cancer (Prior To His Parkinsons), Bobby And Kenneth His Brothers Came To Visit Him And Dad Asked Them To Get A Colonoscopy. Kenneth Did And They Caught Some Polyps Before He Got Cancer, Bobby Didn't And He Got Cancer And Died. I Had One Done.  So Please Get A Colonoscopy.

Thanks Kenneth For Telling Me This.