Tsunaamii

Seems all my journals have been about someone in my family dying. But this one took me quite a while to compile... to get my thoughts together. My dad was a Vietnam Veteran, served the USA for over 30 years in the Airforce as a medical professional. There are so many stories I'll never get to hear now... but I can remember three. Two are way more... sobering than the last one. But I feel if I shared it here, I may never forget it... and I'll always have a little piece of him to go back and see. The first is a job he did for the US Airforce... it was a cleanup, so to speak. The weather was humid and hot... reaching degrees of 90+ F (32.222+ C) and that wasn't including the humidity... the plane touches down on a small country of Guyana... Jonestown. The year was 1978... and while it was November- it was a hot day. Where a thriving town of hundreds once stood... now left in the wake of a massacre lead by a single- cruel- man. My father, amongst many other men on that plane, leave to

My older brother Michael passed away a couple of days ago. He was 53 I think... I'm the youngest of 8 so it's hard to keep track of ages and birthdays. But he was young-ish. He was so energetic and so giving with his time and his money. He owned a business here in Florida called "Crabisland Mikes". Not sure exactly what it all entailed... but I know whoever had the pleasure of meeting him and partying at his business knew the extent of my brothers kindness and sincerity. Mike passed away of a heart attack sometime between 10pm and 7am on Monday/Tuesday. It was sudden, unexpected and unwarranted as he didn't show any signs of illness or of