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shoot, no Punta Gorda dates? Hi Joseph...one more time, in case you missed it lost in my last post..I love ya Brother, and so does my hardworking Kevin...beautiful people..please pray for the family of little Carlie Brucia....the deep, drowning grief of losing a child is so horrible..ask ole Willie Nelson what it does to a body...when my Heddy was born, by emergency c-section, no time for anesthesia, I remained fully awake until my beautiful Kevin and the nurses rushed her to an awaiting emrgency helicopter, to fly to Traverse City, to the big hospital there (Cadillac Mi, Terri will tell you,in 77, was a tiny liittle country town...) When I awoke, from the shocking delivery,a nurse, thinking she was being kind, asked if I wished to see the "birth announcements"..they read, a daughter..Heather Elizabeth McDonald, born , april 25 ,1977, died, april 25, 1977...if was my first taste with grief. Im not ashamed to tell ya'll, I crawled out of my hospital bed, in horrific pain, accidently ripping out several staples...and prayed, no begged, Mother Mary for a miracle.....Id been praying before I passed out, during the surgery too...the words to my prayer came easy.....please, I begged, do not take my first born child.....I would do anything, take care of that baby no matter what....I know that Mother in Sarasota knows exactly what Im talking about....Please pray for her and the family...the prayers will be answered...they will not bring back her little Carlie, like My Heddy was brought back to me, but she will see a miracle in all of her suffering...I believe.....At the time of my suffering, my immediate prayers were answered.....the door flew open, a tiny, oriental lady Dr,I still can see her name tag as if it were yesterday..though my eyes only rested on it a moment...Dr Nora Chang, from Detroit...(yes, thats my too loud voice cheering for Detroit on the GABBA show recordings)....Dr Chang ..all 4 foot nuthin of her, pushed all the other Drs aside, and started resussitation on our baby.....my prayers were answered..a miracle...for but a few weeks short of 25 years, I made good on my promise to Mary.....It was my pleasure.....When my Heddy flew away , 2 years now march 13.....the drowning grief and horror would have been unbearable had the good Lord not blessed our family with a darling baby Grandaughter..born the night of Heddy's funeral......and the MUSIC....My Kevin, my love, took me straight away to Macon, where Sister Judi Petty's open arms loved us, God, I love her...she is the Sister I have always longed for in a family of all Brothers...and all the beautiful people the Potters, Lynn and Penny, the 2 beautiful Sisters in the GABBA fest 03 pix slideshow, adoring Dickey..these 2 beautiful ladies, who the following october donated their gorgeous, thick , long hair to Locks of Love in our Angel Heather's name..Surelle..who tends the tiny Japaneese Maple tree at Rose Hill...Jody, who sent the most fantastic Angel Heather donation to Make a Wish.......I just want to say thanks.....so many good people..beautiful Peachheads..Everyday I catch a glimpse of the Kentucky Derby glasses sparkling in the Peach glow of my EAP stained glass window, a gift from the GABBA folks...Brother Gerald..the biggest , most beautiful wreath of rainbow flowers anyone has ever seen.....Floyd and Claudia Miles, and their children, , who came across the state, to stand with us and hold us up....I'll never forget Floyd Miles, tears stinging his eyes, as he looked out Heddy's Easter-sunshine yellow bedroon window, the purple Orchid Brother Buppalo sent sitting in that windowsill, and whispered to me,,,"I see the butterflies I always read about, right outside Heather's window"....Ill never forget.....Red Dog, every time he sees us, he has hugs and kisses for Kevin and I..God bless the musicians, the roadies, all the good people that made the ABB the great band that they are...I believe I have seen the hand of God , work through Brother Duane.....when Kevin took us to Nashville...and I danced..barely the summer after, there in Willie Nelsons's store's parking lot..wearing the Brother Duane t-shirt, our beautiful Brother Nic had sent the moment he heard the bad news.....and Lee Roy Parnell smiled down kindly, his beautiful wife Donna adorning the stage..and mouthed the words." I love your shirt"....but for fear of frontal nudity, Id have taken it off my back....and handed it to lil Brother right then and there....Kevin and I was so proud to race to his show, a few weeks after Nashville,t-shirt in tow, sunday morning blues in Lake Wales Fla, after seeing my favorite, Dickey Betts very late the saturday night , just hours, before, at Jannus Landing..no time to wash..I bet that t-shirt stunk...but I bet he loved it all the same........How happy he makes me, despite my tears, when he plays that little instrumental.and just before he plays, he bows his head , whispering a prayer for our baby....God Love him......a beautiful man...Then Dickey and Danny Boy, I was around the corner, down the street ,in the parking lot with Kev..after Heddy flew away, doing something we hadnt done in years.. while the children were growing up..smoked a joint..drank a Bud...when I heard the opening notes to Rambling Man..I ran, dancing and singing... I probably was hysterical, pushing my way through the crowd of bikers to get back to my seat up front.....Danny Boy was laughing so hard! He's a good man...We all had such a great time..thats the tape I would love to get my hands on..that Nashville Bikers fest........(thanks for your kind words ,Charles) So many others I wish to thank....Im heartbroken by all the meaness in the world....Thank God for the good....find the good and run with it..life on this fair earth is so fleeting...Please keep the family of little Carlie Brucia in your prayers....Ca