Its not found in books,
Remembered in eyes,
Her soft touch,
The way she called you,
The memory of what scared her scared you,
Hearing her laugh,
Seeing anger in her eyes,
Watching the love she had and felt for what she loved,
Stollen from her by the true monster of the Heike family,
To that sherriff standing in front of my door when Diana tore what was left of her gay innocent sisters heart ,
My mom had finally died after five years of bought over the counter codiene packs two a week placed on our diabetic over eighty-seven year old mom,
Mom never deserved that or.her wedding band sold and her ashes never allowed to return to her Iowa to rest with her mother and dad in Spencer Iowa,
My mom and her mom, as I am, we all are Empaths,
Of all humans, I ever known,
Mom is who I trust and carry in my heart,
She is the only one I hope to make proud,
As mom stood beside me, always in life, even forced from her home after Diana Lee, Sullied my good honest name,
My mom, Marian D.Bittenger Heike, is who I strive to be most akin to,
Sincer in her love of her home,
Cat,
Friends and family,
Known best by her only gay middle daughter Val,
Me!
Val Whitewolf 