I am sad that I cannot make a chocolate upside down birthday cake for you. I am happy you are no longer in pain. I am still angry that I am alone and that you and my other brothers all abandoned me in this life. I am telling your story as best I can. It has been 49 years since you were blown up on your damn birthday.
Roger Lee Hill, August 4, 1948 – November 8, 2014
I just got back from the All Souls Procession. I checked messages on the Trolley on the way to the plaza at San Augustine Mercado. I hadn’t checked them since this morning. I got a text from my nephew saying his dad had died last night. Rest in Peace my Brother. Mom, Dad, Dave, Max, […]
Sister of a Soldier – Memorial Day and Vietnam
Traditions When I was a little girl in the dark ages of the 20th Century, the Memorial Day Weekend was when my family went to cemeteries to tend the graves of our ancestors, including my great-uncle who had served in World War I, and pay respects to those who had gone on before us. The […]