Tuesday, June 28, 2011
In My Daughter's Eyes
In my Daughter's eyes i am everything, the one she see's when she wakes up every morning and I'm the one who tucks her in at night, I'm her smile , I'm her grace, she thinks of me in so many ways, she kisses me when i am sad, and brings happiness to my heart with every grin and smirk, i l<3ve this girl unconditionally, there is no words that can describe the joy she brings to me. I will devote my life for her happiness and safety, i will never let her down.
My Idol, My Heart, My Mother
Phyllis(Dee) DeArmon Shucart
Birth: Mar. 10, 1955
Death: Oct. 15, 1999
Beloved Daughter of Robert and Patricia.Dee had one child:
Deanna Marie Hornbuckle
Burial:
Sacred Heart Cemetery
Florissant
St. Louis County
Missouri, USA
This is all i could find online about her, i can honestly say that i don't remember much about her, as i get older i lose touch on my memories of her, i know that her favorite color was purple, she smoked red GPC cigarettes (which she didn't start smoking until her 30's), she was 6 foot even, loved Indian items, had blood cancer for many of years, had alot of miscarriages, and she always said i was her miracle baby, i was a premie baby and barely fit in the palm of her hand, i was her world, but as i got older she got sicker and eventually passed, it's seriously hard to think that i really don't think about her everyday, i know that if she was here right now, I'd be her life, and i can barley remember her. What kind of daughter does that make me? I'm crying as i blog about this because my heart feels broken inside, its been 12 years this october since she passed.
Birth: Mar. 10, 1955
Death: Oct. 15, 1999
Beloved Daughter of Robert and Patricia.Dee had one child:
Deanna Marie Hornbuckle
Burial:
Sacred Heart Cemetery
Florissant
St. Louis County
Missouri, USA
This is all i could find online about her, i can honestly say that i don't remember much about her, as i get older i lose touch on my memories of her, i know that her favorite color was purple, she smoked red GPC cigarettes (which she didn't start smoking until her 30's), she was 6 foot even, loved Indian items, had blood cancer for many of years, had alot of miscarriages, and she always said i was her miracle baby, i was a premie baby and barely fit in the palm of her hand, i was her world, but as i got older she got sicker and eventually passed, it's seriously hard to think that i really don't think about her everyday, i know that if she was here right now, I'd be her life, and i can barley remember her. What kind of daughter does that make me? I'm crying as i blog about this because my heart feels broken inside, its been 12 years this october since she passed.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Here i go
My life is a little bit in a scramble, times are getting harder and harder, two of my family members are in jail now, and one of my dearest friends also, three people in jail in one year, it's getting pretty ridiculous if you ask me. The charges are absolutely stupid, but hey that's just another way the government can fuck you, Missouri is one of the most retarded states, i swear.
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