Each Christmas I've hoped I'd be back in my home town, now, for 14 years. Another year homeless in my hometown. I've been saving money I received from sale to move back for 14 years. Is it working for me getting back to my home town. No. Less a miracle, the only way I'll get back to my home State is to my grave at Memorial Park in Tulsa, and still my home town in Norman. Except, one problem, I'm the one who handled everyone's funeral arrangements: grandmother, dad and mom's. I sure don't want to be stranded forever in Dallas. When I offered money back to buyers they wouldn't sell back house sold during multiple family illness. Everyone is scared they won't have enough and they were renting to supplement their income. Although, even more than owning myself I'd love to go up there and walk in and see grandmother, dad and mom and my brother at one of our traditional Christmases. EVERYONE, APPRECIATE AND VALIDATE YOUR FAMILY WHILE HERE. THIS IS NOT A TEST OR DRESS REHEARSAL... THIS IS IT "YOUR LIFE'S STARRING ROLE." If I hadn't just had $10,000 in medical bills just to find out I hurt my knees and spine tripping over pumpkins. If weather permitting, I'd drive to my home town to have Christmas Dinner at the High School and take my brother and his roomers if they'd like to go. I cannot stay with my brother because he has cats and I'm allergic to them and likely Montford Inn closed on Christmas. I wish last summer when 412 Aniol selling for $19,000 I'd bought because, if there, now I wouldn't have injured knees and spine from tripping over pumpkins October 27. It sounded too good to be true. I keep praying for a miracle yet keep forgetting THE MAIN INGREDIENT BELIEVING my prayers will be answered. A long drive and I almost drove up to look and, OMG(osh), I should have because a miracle deal and now selling on realtor.com for $48,000. I had good vibes about it because Aniol is an old variant of angel and just down the street from my Grandmother's Church. Each year I hope to be making Holiday dinners in my own kitchen. Oh well, maybe something better will come along yet, now, my plans to ride a bike or walk to work may be dashed due to my knee and spine injury. I keep hoping for a Christmas Miracle. Please let this year be the year, finally, to get back home and/or get my medical, dental and visual needs attended to. At least, if I had my medical, visual, dental needs attended to I wouldn't feel overwhelmed moving back not only having to find a place to live and work simultaneously yet having medical, dental and visual needs simultaneously, too. Railing you see on steps I bought for grandmother and new siding and gutters I bought, too. On right side on east perimeter of yard mother bought and I planted about five or six Rose of Sharons that are about ten feet tall now and so pretty. (Whenever I visit my home town I drive by.) When grandmother passed away in 1994, and I placed her with grandfather as she requested. I was too tired to drive back to Dallas. It was like Shakespeare's line. "All the world's a stage and we are all merely actors." My brother was in a group home rehabilitating from his last illness and I sat on back porch with my Irish Setter since understandably women not allowed in and I didn't have enough with me for a motel. Three family homes in Norman yet new acts of different lives playing out inside. I had this urge to drive over to this house and just walk in because still felt like family home. One by one lights went out and it was like being left inside an empty theatre. The theatre of a life I'd had and still wish I had in my home town. Likely, now, I need a ground level entryway, handicap accessible with a roll in shower (yet hopefully don't need but might have a handicapable friend visit) senior citizen user friendly so I can always live there. I just wanna go home. I think the urgency is from being in a foster home during a vacation to Florida, when 4, when my dad hospitalized at VA there. Manager where we stayed, volunteered to baby sit us to help mother. Then, manager tried to assault my brother and I yet we escaped. To deflect his nasty misdeeds, he called police to say mother had abandoned us and not paid rent. Who'd lie? It was easier for police to believe Manager's lie to deflect attention from himself so Manager added insult to injury. Nobody asked us and everyone assumed lies manager said about my mom true; creating a diversion away from attention to manager's misdeeds... leaving my mother scrambling. Who'd do that while someone's dad in VA hospital and lie he'd help a veteran's wife baby sitting not to help and to instead help himself assaulting veteran's children? My 5th birthday, Thanksgiving and Christmas in foster home and it was a Christmas miracle when mother bought us tourist t-shirts while taking us for ice cream to whisk us back to Norman, Oklahoma on a bus. Now, that was a Christmas miracle! This is a posted S. O. S. prayer for help again, please, God. I wanna go home or at least have a fighting chance to go with my medical, dental and visual needs met, please. The picture on the door beneath door's pane windows is a decoupage of Jesus I put there: Jesus, the reason for the season...

Family Home lost In Home town 1994

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