National Association of Professional Woman
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Life goes on.
18 May 2009 Leave a Comment
This has been a very emotional few weeks for me. I can not even describe. The old saying “everything happens for a reason” just keeps going through my mind and out of my mouth when people say “I am so sorry”. Yeah me to, but thanks.
I found Odis Walker. He is dead. For years Charles Odis Walker was nothing but a name on a piece of paper, a piece of paper that changed my life forever. Odis Walker, a voice on the other end of a phone, that upset my Mother, Grandma and Aunt Susie. I never heard that voice. Charles Odis Walker, legally my father, is dead.
For about 26 minutes Thursday he lived though, through the stories of his best friend Donald, who at one time was married to his sister. Donald told me that Odis was a merchant marine, blew $100,000.00 in the casino’s in Mobile, raised his son Chuckie, and would give you the last dollar he had if he knew you needed it. Odis died of a brain aneurysm three of four years ago, it was Donald who went to him, it was Donald’s property which housed the small trailer that Odis lived in when he died.
There were other things that Donald shared with me too, before he knew who I was, and why I wanted to know about Odis. The information he gave me put a lot of things to rest, and brought about the one thing that I was really looking for. Just too words, “I’m sorry”. When those two words were spoken, a weight was lifted, I can now move on, knowing the truth was what I always knew to be the truth.
I also learned just how strong a woman my Momma is. It is a huge burden to take on a child at 17 years of age. My Momma didn’t have to take on that burden, she had other opitons but she chose to keep me just the same. Mistakes are going to be made of course, 17 years of age, you are really a child yourself. But my Momma reared me, and three other kids. She reared us safe from some of the demons of her history, and now her grandchildren are safe from those demons as well.
So now I know, and can be at peace with myself and my history. RIP Odis Walker and those others whom I never met, but touched my life nevertheless.
Memories or "Yes I was a beautiful baby!"
26 Apr 2009 Leave a Comment
This was taken back when my sister actually liked me (I think, she may have hated me even back then)
According to momma I was about six months old
First Grade
In my family this is known as the “Pebbles” picture, (because Momma did my hair like Pebbles from the flintstones)
