For all my Loving MonkeysI just got home from my Father's funeral and his wake ... I guess it would be called.
To give you all what has transpired since I last wrote. I last wrote from my cousin's pc - so I could not recall my saved password - since I joined SM for Caylee. I had to create a new one ..and low and behold for the life of me .. I could not recall what it was that I remade on my cousins pc - so I could not login after the fact - My brain was a bit spent the last time I wrote. I am here now.
With the help of Klaas am back again.
My Dad lived by himself for the last 13 yrs in his own apartment. Which he very much enjoyed. He had many neighbors ( Mostly seniors- who have lived in the same apts for years prior to him moving in) Its a quiet apartment community. Its filled with beautiful trees and a small complex. He had a Neighbor that lived on the 2nd floor from him, that is in her late 70's - and My Dad made it a habit to take her Newspaper upstairs and leave it at her doorstep. He has told me this many times. That he would make sure she didn't have to walk down stairs to get her paper. Well this Blessed Angel saw that for the first time in years her paper was not at her door. My Father's paper was at his door ( his door closest to the entrance) It sat and was not taken inside. Her paper left to the right of his. She then saw that his Sunday paper was not taken. His Car never moved from the his spot that he parked ..she thought well maybe he was away with family or something. That was Sunday ..then she noticed his Car was never moved his paper still there and then Tues again another paper came and it was not picked up. She called the Mgr of the apts and said - Can you just Call him and check on him. He never answered the phone. The Maint Mgr went to my Dads and banged on the Door. My Dad wore hearing aids most of the time, but the Maint Mgr knew my Dad was hard of hearing still. (( I met with Him and spent and Hour with Him on Weds Am)) The said he banged on my Dads door and he heard nothing and there was no response. So he used his master key and went into my Dad's apartment. He said I walked in and it was a quiet as can be. Nothing seemed out of place. I walked down the hall Calling your Father's Name. No response. He said I poked my Head into your Father's bedroom and I saw his feet ..and he said not only that - but I was hit by the smell of Death. My Dad had been deceased they believe up to 48+ hours when they found him. He told me, I did not touch him. He said I called 911 from my Cell and he said what he knew of my Dad - He was very kind, he said he lost his Father not so long ago. He knew my Dad personally and said he was always the nicest man, and I did work in his apt from time to time. He said when I saw him laying on the floor it was not good.
He said he was two steps from his master bathroom ..that he was more than likely in his bathroom when he had his heart attack ..( My Dad's phone was 4 feet from his Bathroom) That my Dad was found in his boxers and his dress pants around his bottom legs ..and he had the phone tightly gripped underneath his body ..he died face down on the floor with the phone clutched beneath him. He was shirtless. So I am thinking he was getting ready to go to bed on Saturday Night. He was seen around 7pm Sat night by a neighbor going into his apt.
All my Dad's meds were on his kitchen counter - his pills set out ..next to his scripts.
How I know is because I went into his apt and saw them, myself.
I am sorry if my mail is all over the place, I think I am still in shock. My Dad was a Monkey too. My Dad would listen to me talk about SM all the time. He wanted to know about Sandra Cantu ..he was very concerned about her. He did not understand Caylee's case because I think it was just too much for him to try to even figure out. But once I mentioned Sandra ..he felt it was important to read about her and find her in the news.
My Father was a Corpsman in the Korean War. He was known as a DOC, He was the Rescue, he was the One to make it better. I could not find my Dad's discharge papers. I tried to find them. I wanted him to have a proper Military Funeral and to be recognized for his years served. My Father Served in the Navy from 1949-1954. He was 17 when he enlisted. He was not Drafted. He had a Friend that Changed his birth year on his Birth Certificate because he wanted to join the Navy that badly and become a Corpsman.
I found at his brothers" My Uncles" house a Bible that my Grandmother " My Dad/Uncle's" Mom - she wrote my Dad's entire military records within - right down to his Captains Name. And then my Uncle had many photo's of my Father in his Uniforms. So off it was copied and sent the U.S. Navy ... And they Confirmed yesterday that they would come and Represent my Father at his Funeral.
So today I was blessed not only with my closest family members, but I was Blessed with 4 Men and 2 Women from the Navy - they Came in their Dress Whites and they Stood in front of my Father's Casket and they " Came and Called out and were in Full Honor of my Father" they called out ..they Stood, they removed the American Flag from my Father's Casket, they with white Gloves - Folded the Flag - and were full HONOR GUARD ..
Then I had this beautiful Man standing before me in his Dress Whites, get down on One knee ..and he said with all his integrity we Thank Your Father for his Service ..and then it went on with in appreciation of the United States of America .. This beautiful service man could not contain himself .." due to my green eyes that were rolling tears staring into his soul " his eyes then were streaming tears ..his voice never wavered. He handed me my Father's Flag and then he took 3 seconds and extended his hand to me. He said " God Bless You".
I want to share with all My Monkey Sisters ( *and brothers)
This is a copy of an email I sent to my Dad - and his Response of Sandra Cantu.
This is when I watched the news find the suitcase - not yet proven it was Sandra even though we knew it was her.
I sent this to him on April 7.
Dad,
I told you about the Little girl who has been missing in California. The 8 yr old little girl.
Her name Sandra Cantu.
She was playing outside and became missing .. she went Poof. She lives in a Trailer Park that has over 40 sex offenders residing in it.
She was the little girl that I told you about that the Man 61 yrs of age - who lives in her park is a Martial arts instructor - who Kissed her on her lips when she was Six at the community pool.
They found her .. They found her body stuffed in a suitcase floating in a waterway near her home just confirmed in the last hour.
DAD what is going on ? What is Society coming to?
Why the babies ?
Why ?
I am so angry right now.
It makes me want to take Kaila and hide her and never let her go.
Why
Why
Oh god Why .. this should not have happened. She was just a little girl.
Kim
My Dad wrote me back within a few hours - this
Hi Kim, God works in mysterious ways, we will never know all the answers until we go to our real home in heaven, the world is not our home, God had his reasons, maybe if this is possible he saved her from a fate worse than death, it's a cruel world out there, all one can do is the best they can in trying to protect our loved ones, we can only do so much to try and advise and help, some people will not listen to your sage advice and just keep on doing crazy things throughout their lives and cannot be helped no matter how hard we try, and we can't keep blaming ourselves for the outcomes and fate of others, we just have to continue our lives in an unselfish, loving manner and keep asking ourselves the best question we can,( what would Jesus Do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
I hope you are doing well and have a wonderful day, from one who cares, love you very much, your Dad-
I today looked at my Father's face for the Last Time - that I will see him in my lifetime now.
I don't know what will be within the next few days .. as I come to realize he is truly not here with me. That I cannot simply pick up the phone and call him for advise I would do on a random day ..to call him for Answer to question.. To call Him just To Talk to him because I enjoyed him so much. We could talk for hours ..endless hours and never stop. He loved to engage in conversation.
My Father though was Honored Today in So Many Ways that It is Unexplainable.
I have handled my Father's funeral all by myself, my mother said she wanted nothing to do with him, my own brother said the same. ( my brother and father have not spoken in 20yrs)
I was given a book to pick out a Stamp " phrase to put within his Funeral Cards" - I said No. I will write my own if that is available. They said Yes, You can put what ever you wish within his card.
This is what I wrote and they Printed - I wrote this for my DAD.
For who is reading this,
I write of my Father, Leo Wright
He was strong, wise and loving
He served our nation as a Corpsman,
saving lives with human dignity
For all the Souls he has carried are forever now set free
My Father unexplained, his Heart, his Spirit, of a Wild Horse so Just
He was Son, He was Brother, Uncle and Papa all one within
Today you may not find him as you knew him when,
He is now returned to Christ from where he once began.
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I want to thank all My Monkey's for all Your Prayers - I so shall go back and read each and every one of them again. I love all of you and am thankful for being a part of SM.
My Father thanks you as well. He did go on SM and poke around.
I forever will be my Father's Daughter
and I am forever will be Daddy's Girl
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I was listening to the radio this morning getting ready to go the funeral home. They said on the radio that today was Patsy Cline's death Anniversary. My Father Loved HER. And Crazy was his Fave Song of Hers. They said they were going to play " Crazy" and as I listened to it .. I said out loud ... " Daddy I bet she is sitting right next to You singing ..
http://www.youtube.com/v/bmLS_jkxPRs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1Thank You My Monkeys for all Your Love - I may need you more in the next few days/wks
For all that are in Need of Prayer
I am Praying for You too
God Bless
xooxxo
Kim aka Deenie
I have a PS - this is for George and Cindy Anthony.
I had to go into my Father's apartment after he has been passed for 48+ hours. Windows open temps outside never past 75 .. The smell of his death was so heinous that I cannot even put it into words. There is no classification of that smell. For Caylee to be in a Trunk of a Car in Florida heat .. I can't even fathom it. It was I am sure much worse .. I was dry heaving to the point It was out of control in my Dads apt.
Why I write this is for anyone who have never smelled Death (I pray that you will never have to smell death). For them" GA,Cindy,LA" to make mockery and call it rotten pizza and for LEE to laugh about it that it was ..just awful Ha ha his sisters Car in the Garage..He and his parents- for the lack of respect for Caylee. I hope they all continue on within their lives and never sleep again - for their subconscious to eat them alive ..from this day forward. (this is my peace)