R. Eric

NEVER!!!! I will stop breathing first! Just...don't die, Okay? I'll try not to.

Yes, I know. I say this from experience. We had a Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus that were very white. She was blonde and Jesus a single lock of blonde hair and Joseph had dark hair, but was clearly WHITE!! My awakening had begun at six when I asked Dad about that...discrepancy! It was just the beginning of my demise as a Southern Baptist. Oy!!!!

Christmas Part 5 I couldn’t miss out, so I got up and hugged them both. Then I kissed Mike tenderly. “You said what you had to very well.” Mike smiled still hugging Chet. “I just don’t want to affect how he sees me. I want to keep my little boy a while longer.” He said ruffling the hair against him now. Running my fingers through Chet’s red hair, which Mike was right, it was getting darker as he got older. “I don’t know…” I grinned. “He’s very smart. He will probably see you bette

Oh, that was just...MEAN!!! MEEEEAAAANNNN!!!! I missed you, too. Love ya!

I just read this. Well, yes, I was writing about New Years when it was, but things came up. It's my style of writing. I don't rush events. New Years at Easter? Why not? I'll get the boys back, they will rush through the semester. Then the WEDDING!!! As you even noticed, I have a theme going. Guy meets a prince, becomes a prince ....who thinks he is, but denies it when it gets here. I CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!! I need psychiatric help, is my only excuse. Intense therapy. If the doctor's hot, I'll lay there as long needed.

Our meal was consumed as the conversation and good feelings seemed to just blossom if you can comprehend that. Things were good in the beginning, but now…it just got better. Mario was fitting in just fine. His aristocratic Italian accent was charming. Again, it wasn’t just for show, it was just him. Olek sat back from his position at the head of the table with a smile on his face that was very satisfied. “I just have to say…” he took Helga’s hand in his as sat next to him. “This has been qui

Okay, I'm inpatient. Here's why I hate that song. I love the words. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I wouldn't have missed loving Daniel. He did all the things said in the song. He did make my life worthwhile. I don't regret one memory. I'd do it again. BUT!!! I hate the song because....she CHOSE to leave! She had goals!? What goals? She didn't love him. Something is better somewhere else!? And he was going on and on about how better it was with her there. How he wouldn't change a thing!? Then STOP HER!!! At least follow her! I don't believe him either! What was so important he couldn't go with her? There were three song writers for this song and none of them said she had to leave. She chose to leave. He let her go, he didn't even try to go with her. Why? If it was that good....no, no, no, NO!!! Love is to rare and valuable. Nothing should stand in the way of that. It might be difficult, but if it was as he sang....no. It is a LIE!!!! Daniel didn't choose to leave me. She did! He let her!!! Lie, lie, lie!!!!

Is it?

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, wouldn’t have missed loving you. You made my whole life worthwhile…with your smile. I wouldn’t change one memory. ‘Cause you mean too much to me. Even though I lost you. I wouldn’t have missed loving you for the world.” Loosely taken from Ronnie Milsap’s song. "I Wouldn't Have Missed It For The World." A good one he sang well. It truly says what I am feeling. Really, but it is a lie!! I love it and I hate it. If you ask me, I’ll tell you why I hate

I haven't stopped. I am in New York, not at home. On April 1st my Daniel will have been dead one year. I am visiting family and Daniel at St. John's Cemetery. The most I can do right now is proof read my stories. It is not a pleasure trip, but one I have to do. I am rereading Makarovia to keep my head straight. Daniel is Prince Peter, Colin and all of my love interests. I have not stopped writing anymore than I can stop breathing. I will be back posting again. Next is Blueblood, then Makarovia. I can't stop. I keep Daniel here as I do.

We did again go to the table we shared with the others that evening. Our friends again greeted us with the absence of Linda and Bert Benson. No surprise there, they were on their honeymoon. The conversations were pleasant, but we were different now, at least for me. It seemed to be different for Tony as well. We enjoyed our friends like we always did, but…we were calmer. I can’t describe it better. We still laughed and joked, but the feeling was just different. For me. I was more aware of Tony.

Names for all those characters was b*&$h. You had me create many, some just for you! Ryan? Chuck? Burke? I could go on...and Mike! If you read this, and you better. I mentioned you on purpose, my Bakersfield Scotsman! I love you, too! Yea, my friend is reading this...or else.

No expectations? You found this more inventive and more interesting that you FEARED? I'm proof reading before I return to my vampires. I have someone else reading this so, I was making sure. You FEARED!? I don't know how to take that. I guess since you helped with this...in a HUGE way, I can forgive your fear. I love you, but you know that. This was our first meeting, I believe. Feared.

Tony and I did dress for dinner that night. It wasn’t a formal night, but we did dress a little formal. We did it just because. Arriving at our table, we were greeted by the other familiar faces we’d come to know. Louise and Ben smiled and even rose as we got to the table. “Well…” he said grandly. “I’m sure all is well with the two of you. It’s written all over your faces.” Tony nodded as we sat. “Very well.” “We had…some things that came up…” I began to explain our absence.

Yes, I do. How do I say this? Yawn. Fascinating. Yawn. I love you! You know that.

Don't forget scary.

This is not part of any story. That comes right after this in this chapter, but… Oh, God! Daniel! Do I miss you!? You are me. We were us. You were such a huge, enormous part of us…do I miss you!? Would I miss the very oxygen!? I don’t just miss you, I need you. I am completely lost now without you. Yet, somehow, I’m still here. You’re not. There has not been a single moment in any part of the day I don’t think of you. This is agony! I know you were in pain. I know you suffered, I was there!

Christmas Part 4 Life in the house had changed so much after adding Mike and Chet. What had been just me, Della and even Mark for a while, now I had Mike and Chet added. Now, Ray and Frank had come and now Avi and Eli were there who were even helping Mike with the dishes. The house was now more than the place I lived, but a home. Getting Chet off to school was done making sure he had all his books and wore his uniform correctly. After the dishes were done, Eli, Avi, and Mike wer

Oh, shut up. I am gay. I don't play, but for one team.

HELL, NO!!!! I am NOT bisexual! I had trouble writing about Olek and Helga, remember? Ewww!!!

Yea, yea...but I promised someone I would alternate. There is going to be a part 4. Tomorrow, I hope.

Christmas Part 3 As I lay there with Mike that night, I understood so much more about him. It made sense now why the Atkins appealed to him. We had joked about a Mayberry (that sweet life on Andy Griffith and other shows of a simple life) and Leave it to Beaver, but that was exactly was what he thought he needed. I hated what his mother had made him do to fulfill her needs. How could she do that? Then I remembered my father’s assessment of many he had worked with the various jails an

Christmas Part 2 We got things ready at the house for Christmas with the tree and decorations. Della was great at doing that and Chet was bothering her where to put things. Mike and I helped, but we were also getting ready for the trip to Charleston and I had to get things ready for some performances. I even had a theme for Christmas! Yes! Only my workshop at the North Pole was more adult; male, but adult. Who didn’t see Santa as a big silver daddy or bear? My elves were bigger, and

Are you trying to goad me!? No, there is no Makarovia in this story. Geez!

Stop adding to my plot!! No, they are not ex-Mossad! They...if I tell you, there will be less in part 2. You are reading ahead again. This time, you are so wrong!!