Home Again

The RedRoof Inn in SeaTac is a very nice place to stay in the area, but being home to my bed is wonderful!  Especially my pillow ... I missed it!

And only the first few hours back were horrible to my lungs.  Thank God for Tylenol Cold and Flu ...

Mother's Day went okay, most of the kids and grand-kids showed up to honor Gaelic Girl.
Conversely, I got 4.5 hours of hate speech from my mother!  Why do I even try?!?!??!?

Okay it had not been my desire to go into Viola and Yvonne, but emails demand otherwise!
Sigh ...

Viola went by Sam, her nickname, when I met her.
She was a computer nerd belonging to a customer I supported back in 1970's.
Sharp as a whip,blond, married, one kid.
And the klutziest person I ever met - continual injuries!
But, there was this nagging clicking sound in back of my mind ...
I "knew" there was more to the story, but I was terribly naive!

One day she did not greet me the usual way.
No one else in the office had noticed anything, but I instantly did.
I had to force her to face me and when I did ...
She looked as though a boxer had worked her over!
Apparently, husband gave her the ultimate Mother's Day gift:
A fat face for - are you ready for this?
The wrong temperature for his coffee!!!!!

I held her for a while until another woman showed up and took her to the bathroom.
Then I called her father and asked him to come immediately!
He flew the distance to our office building.
Husband did not survive the day, I heard.
Viola decided she liked, that I liked, her real name and took it back up.
She moved and I never heard from her again.
No one did.
And I never pressed her father for information.
They both knew how to reach me.

I have prayed all these years for her.

As for Yvonne ...
I was visiting a new church and sent to the adult sunday scool.
I walked in the room and I instantly "knew" a lady there.
But I was clueless.
I never knew anyone named "Louise", much less a redheaded one!
GG is the only redhead I have ever known!
Never mind that she dyes her hair brown!

Then one year later she brought her mother.
And it all clicked!
Her mother was my teacher back in the 1950's, down in Portland!
So, Louise was really Yvonne, aka Vonnie!
Her red hair was really brown!
Her brother had been my best friend until a return to Europe intervened!

And I went from "freaky-guy" to suddenly best friend.
And it seemed she needed one.
Short story:
Husband was a drug addict and abusive when stoned.
It was hard to believe!

But one night I got a call ...
With super human strength he had smashed her face,
Then thrown her through a wall!
They were afraid I was going to take him on,
And trust me, were it not I had just had cancer surgery on my back ....
So, I called the police and an ambulance!
She was still out when they hauled her to ER.

It all broke my heart.
A second friend, an equally sweet lady, abused for years!
It was hard to understand.
I had known many a stoner, but no one was like this!

He was shunned by his children,
Once they let him out of prision.
He went back for trying to stock his ex-wife.

A name change, a new location and she disappeared.

Someday, I hope we cross paths again.
And, I pray regularly for her as well.
She was one of the few real Princesses I have known,
And yet she was treated worse than a dog .............
By the very man whom should have known far better!

Okay, happy now?
You have bummed me out ....