The Patrick Cain story My friend told me this story about himself, it has a moral like the last story but I will reveal the moral on this one.
So Patrick (no not that Patrick) was in Bible College had a new job and earned enough and saved for years to get a shiny "new like" little car (boy confidence booster ). Not only did he have a little more spring in his step but he finally had what he thought was needed to finally impress the girl he had wanted to ask out for years....so he gathered up the nerve and….she said yes! Yahoo! he was pretty stoked. So he got his new car all cleaned up, polished off his glasses and went to meet her folks and pick her up. When he arrived he met the father at the door a little tension as the father glanced at the shiny car smirked a little looked down at Patrick looked him over and just said you bring her back safely son." yes mister Moorehouse" Patrick answered like a little kid (he is in his early 20’s) she was so beautiful coming out in a nice pretty dress with her hair beautiful and long walking to the car Pat couldn’t help but look around to see if anyone was looking.(feels pretty cool)he thought.
Going down the road Patrick was confident he had all his ducks in a row dinner reservations going to see "Sense and Sensibility" the car, the glasses, the girl everything is cool but now he is really going to blow her mind.....a brand new cassette player oh yea and not only that but he just bought the new U2 album "October" just out nobody has it. (not that she would have known or cared). Pretty sure I have the wrong movie just inser Chick flick here..
Bobby TrigloffGoing down the road Patrick was confident he had all his ducks in a row dinner reservations going to see "Sense and Sensibility" the car, the glasses,(he wore glasses I figured he probably polished em allot that night) the girl everything is cool but now he is really going to blow her mind.....a brand new cassette player oh yea and not only that but he just bought the new U2 album "October" just out nobody has it. (not that she would have known or cared).
Patrick is thinking "this is going to go so well".
She is thinking "I hope we get home early enough for me to call Jimmy" (not that Jimmi) so Patrick pulls out the new cassette fumbles with it a little and goes to pop it in the new stereo when all of a sudden.....
He only glanced down for a second to pop that tape in but it was like a slow motion movie at this point. he noticed a nice flowery perfume as he leaned over a bit towards the stereo really a small consolation for the terrible stench the rest of this night will be in poor Patrick Cain’s memory even to this day. Out of the bushes and brush on the side of the road leaped a deer… No! a deer.
Leaping up in fright the poor deer ate his last lunch, landing square on the hood of the shiny newish Honda the leg of the Deer wedges in between the front bumper and the car tearing the leg clean off as the deer falls aside in the ditch screaming in Horror Jenny (no not that Jenny) sees the terrible image of a severed Deer Leg standing prominently in the air like a bloody furry Hood ornament!!! the car skids around Patrick had great control of this terror ride and pulled safely to a grinding halt half in the ditch.
you might think it is over....no my friend not by a long shot stay tuned….
Bobby Trigloffsitting hands gripped tightly to that molded plastic wheel serenaded by the screaming pipes of a Healthy young Lady fresh out of Choir practice (could be) and the dulcet tones of self hating Irish boys getting richer.(I know too much) anyways she’s screaming, he is trying not to cry and now the new cool cassette player won’t stop playing!!!! looking the leg of that poor dead deer Patrick realizes he needs to take care of it if she is ever going to tone it down a little. So as he gets out he motions to her and says "I am sorry, I will take care of this." she nods makeup running down her face now resembling what a young Alice cooper might look like!
Grabbing hold of the complete deer leg he thought it looked like a giant drumstick standing on end. He began to realize the damage that was done Patrick felt his heart sink. Hugging and tugging the giant furry leg it rips free! Patrick tosses the leg aside now he is covered in blood and fur!!!he turns to face his teary friend as she points to the rest of the deer and you got to be kidding me "the deer is alive!!”she shouts in tears.
Now Patrick knows what he has to do. The only way he can think to end the misery of the fallen animal was by picking up a very large Rock barely able to lift it high above his head he does it as hard as he can crack! He knows the animal is gone now mostly because of how loudly Jenny screamed from in a closed up car when the rock struck the deer.
Well the ducks are not in a row anymore they’re all dead no movie no dinner the tape won’t quit man what a day. Jenni is gonna Hyperventilate so as they drive carefully back to her house Patrick says here I will get you some air reaching over he turns the fan on..."sputter sputter Whinee BLAM!!!" it began shooting fur chunks and blood all over the beautiful dress.The screaming ensues it took a couple of seconds to turn the fan off off that is all it took I mean Holy Cow! She is covered with blood fur and horribly running makeup! clunking up to the house Jeni flew out of the car up the walk and into the house Patrick got out and attempted to walk up to the house but the Father came out looked over at the smashed car with stereo blairing said,"You better just go son."" Yes Sir." Patrick left defeated but with a new life lesson...Timing is everything and money shiney cars and stuff mean nothing when the dear hits the fan.
“I thought you would be the one who would love this story” I said
Holly didn’t like this one it kind of makes me sad because she is about the sweetest thing you ever did see and I thought she'd just love this one....oh well I forgot about the violence, I am a boy.
It was 3:30 am waking up Christmas morning I do every year no alarm or anything.....scootch out of my warm bed careful not to wake that beautiful woman I gave my life too (she is better than me). I have learned to sneak my pants on and get dressed in the dark the funny thing is my wife who has always smelled beautiful to me (I dont know how she does it)
Sorry I digress, as I slowly slide the closet door open so I can try to find some fresh smelling socks (why I bother still don't know) most of the time the clean socks end up in my sons drawer. so after making too much noise I still play the game of pretend, that Michelle and I play when I act like she is still asleep and she pretends I haven't woke her yet.(sometimes I give up and just turn the light on) then she "pretends" she is pist but I wont do that on Christmas.
Finally somewhat dressed I begin to sneak out of my room tripping on the same guitar case I stubbed my toe on when walking to the closet I cannot sneak around my wife I don't know why, grabbing the door handle and like a sly kitty slowly pulling the door open it squeals the entire way I was freaked out so I tried to go fast it only got louder, every time I snuck down to watch star wars it did that and every time I thought tomorrow I will oil it.....hmmm I have been out of the house almost half a year and never oiled it oh well. As I tried to quietly walk to my girls room very very extra quietly "Toasty Marshmallows" my light brown Chihuahua started barking I was like "toasty shhhhhh" and she only barked more so I tried to run to her but children were strewn all over the floor in what we called "cowboy beds" which meant sleeping on the floor.
So I was tripping on em all... starting with Austin the very tough oldest boy almost falling down I narrowly avoided little Iana but I did land on the bottom of the triple bunk loaded with the triplet girls an Beriah but finally was at my goal and noone woke up (they were very used to me annoying them at bed time.
climbimg to the top to tell My oldest girl the very beautiful miss Julia star Trigloff "it is time" she just kinda looked at me with fire darts shooting out of her eyes mentally saying Dad it is early I am asleep....GET OUT!!. so carfully I backed down the very tall triple bunk bed and once again stumbling over the children in there cowboy beds Alexander grabs my ankle asking "is it Christmas Daddy?" I said yes but you need to stay asleep.
"Toasty marshmallows" started barking again and guess where she was? probably under Tessa's Blankets. I had to quiet that dog down. So again stumbling into the room I feel around the lumpy parts of the balnkets and find the little rat dog who promtly tries to get tough until she realizes it is Daddy the master. Then my hand got a thorough licking... of sorry's so I pick up the cute little pup who seems to love me and be terrified at all times.(I cared for her once after being hit by car now she thinks I am the one who hurt her I think).
Standing and turning around and I kid you not Julia was standing right behind me like she just poof appeared there I could have peed my pants but this is a family show so I wont go that way haha. She siad "I am coming" I was stoked!!!
So quickly we hop down to the living room, we are going to do my secret Christmas ritual that almost nobody has ever known but if you are my friend then you are the family I know and it is time to tell you about this tender Christmas tradition that I am passing on to Julia. But first I have to make myself a nice espresso and perpermint tea for miss Julia...If you have never had one of my espresso my friend you are missing out as long as it is a quality bean (even charbucks) I can make you the best shot you ever had.....Oh I know half of you girls get all uppity if you sling beans or ever had, but get over yourself have you forgot I am raised by Italians almost none of you seem to even know what 40 bounds of pressure means.....(I wonder how many minds I just broke)...well all beveraged up we head to the car once again a squeaky door was tormenting me.
Running to the truck and hopping, in my teenage daughter slowly mosies her way to the passenger door and climbs in as if we were headed to a sloth convention or something...of course being a typical alternative type girl Julia had multi colored toe socks on and her puffy purple coat very similar to the color of my wife's wedding dress.....(she never got to wear it sadly).
well driving down the road from my Y lake house my mind drifts back to the first time I included Julia in my Christmas ritual....it was a year or so after I was betrayed so personally, the pain never went away it is still a tiny knot in my stomach today, I also lost my darling miss melody that year she got to go to heaven before us....but I miss her so. this was a melancholy time for me...surreal still trying to come to grips with losing my daughter sruggling to not feel like we deserved to lose her (of course it is absurd but my mind is always goin and it loves to betray me).
She woke up on Christmas morning as I was sneaking out and asked where I was going and I told her somewhere special to me. she asked to come and I knew she needed to know sow I picked her up and snuggled that first daughter of mine into the car. and down the road from our "little Beirut" house (park view terrace)
We went towards my real home .....Manchester.It is my town and I defy anyone who says different I believe if you are a true Manchester person you can say yes it is Bobby's town with little reservation.
"You see Julia" I said "When I was a young boy I realized how fortunate I was to have a family at all, we always seemed to have gifts and even though I was extremely selfish I did appreciate and realize the fact that this family who loved me and raised me were not my blood/birth parents. I also knew I was born a year before it was legal for my mother to kill me for 9 months of convenience I was just a boy but my mind was sharp and I just knew I was born at the right time and circumstance to be saved in this way, see my birth mother was not married to my birth father and she was married to a soldier who was the father of her other children...her only choice to save her family was to give me away....but she lied about the ethnicity of course it came out that my parents were indian 3 days before I was born....the doctor thought it would be a problem because before with Mario they made sure to get in Italian Boy it was a big deal that he wasn't Sicilian so Dr thought it would be a deal breaker....but this time My mother said that she was not going to worry about what Gramm would think.
" Julia said "why would that matter?"
" it didnt" I said"but they thought it would eventually I became Gramms favorite relative(that also meant I got smacked the most) " Julia laughed "Daddy I dont understand what this has to do with us driving down the road so early?" Even my small children have been able to converse on an adult level no lie it is true.
I said honey one day while I was very young I was awoken extra early this always happened on Christmas but this was the first time on Christmas there was a tugging on my heart drawing me to the living room....everything was beautiful I don't know why 4 people needed so many gifts but it sure felt nice to see it...but that is not where my heart was drawn I went to one of the big sliding doors that revealed a beautiful view of the emerald city with the space needle and all the sparkling lights of the houses o nice just then a voice in my heart began to say I take care of you Bobby and you are safe....I kneeled down in between the curtains and window just listening to my heart and I said to what I believed must be God ( I love my friends God and I am thankful for this life, could you help me to be a better son I am not very good.)" Julia was glued to my every word "God I dont think my friends like me very much but I love them...could you help me to be loved by my friends" then I said in my heart to god that if he would take all my friends to heaven I would gladly go to hell so they could see I loved them enough to help them" I must have had issues obviously. but that was sitll very special to me I told my daughter every year after that I was awoken by a voice in my heart reminding me of the fact I am loved and that I have a father I dont see...now I was not religious then we never went to church so I really knew almost nothing about god stuff but I did pray alot.
"throughout all of the years of my childhood, julia I woke up and went and prayed for my friends in school I would always start with Erica Wiley and Mike Gizzi and I would remember Becky and Christi Joey the other Mikes Kenny chris hoover and austin there were so many, later the wonderful Amy edwards, Sue voit, Jenny messer usually was mentioned a few times and so many others Kieth, Adam, Kirk, I really could go on, Steve, lovely Tracy my teachers and Caleb all the Indian ed folks but I will stop every prayer started with Ericka Wiley and ended with her too but you all already know how I felt about her (now Julia did too)". well I am still drawn to Manchester every year at sunrise on Christmas I still pray for all my friends only now Julia comes too I am not sure how I will do it this year but she already told me she needs to come too....by the way if you are my friend you get prayed for and it is a pretty long list, but it still always starts with Erica just for tradition now of course, my true life love gets the devotion now.
this may seem ike a silly story and not all that funny but it is not a joke to me....there was more, like the goofy gift we got for my dad at "PJ's" from the man who later was brutally murdered but he sure was nice to us sooo sad. and how we stopped at Sharis Julia was so happy that day she loved her daddy.
it was a good Christmas.
Bobby that is a beautiful tradition you have, not silly at all!!! Including your daughter in that tradition also so totally rocks, she will probably grow up and carry part of that with her and integrate it into her own family traditions later in life.
Bobby that story is the best I have read yet....Really it is a touching story...I know what you mean about the city light and manchester, I have always loved it down there just watching nature and the flikering lights there is nothin like it...I enjoyed reading that and I think its wonderful to share with your daughter! =)
ha well it would be awesome if someday all the Manchester people and they're kids were there we could have like a special pancake breakfast at sunrise just to have all of us very unique people being thankful for each other and I have been all over this land and never met anyone like Manchester folks.(well Virginia people come close).
I only come here to read your stories you know, I cant wait to see if there is a new one. I feel so blessed knowing you prayed for me all these years, and that must of been hard in the early days,LOL.
My darling Wife was pregnant and we were amazed God wanted to bless our family again and I am fine with it we are in a place where the typical things people do not to have kids was not an option and that is fine with me I realize based on my own life story that God loves his creation and if he created a life for us to share than he wanted us to share it, and we rejoiced in our own way (no I did not wrestle a gun out of my own hand I really was happy for the both of us. This child represented a starting over for me as well as our 4Th priceless treasure. there was nothing like telling Austin, Julia and little baby Tessa that we were having another baby Austin was so happy you see he wanted a brother so bad now maybe he would finally get one.
The Doctor was telling Michelle how she was looking OK
and that it was going to be a much harder pregnancy this time because
of how many she had already had and that her last baby was difficult.
That was the least of her worries because she and I still had to tell
the parents we had another one coming. For no deserved reason we were
always concerned to tell the parents, neither of us wanted the scolding
we never got.(yes imagine that)
We
both thought people were going to think we were freaks with four kids.
We already had some earth muffin yell at us for overpopulating the
earth.But there was no way I was going to allow this time to be
tarnished it was a new direction and a reason and purpose for us to be
a team. Everything was cool until one day when we were looking for a
barrel of dry corn for our corn Stove (don't ask) Michelle said very
fearfully,"Something is wrong.".....more soon
Everything stopped,"What do you mean Honey?"I said with tremendous concern. ,"I need to go to the Doctor. Now! She kneeled to the ground in Pain.So I picked up My Wife and put her in the car and we went as quickly as we could to the Harrison lite in port orchard.Well I went in grabbed a wheel chair looked at all the goofballs in there with they're own problems let the nurse/cashier know about my Wife then I went out and picked up my Wife put her in the chair and hurriedly brought her in wheeled her up to the front just past the Senoritas and Senor's and the rest. when I got up there I was more detailed in my description and the Lady says oh we don't do that you need to take her to the Hospital. I was Pissed and Worried ran her back out to the car and put her in and since I wanted her to live we decided to go to Tacoma instead of Harrison in Bremerton (it was the only one at the time).
Miss Gentry said, "This is very poetic Bobby ! I know people will also read your blog too ! More ! More ! More!" (I may have solicited a comment from her wasn't it sweet though).
I remember pulling on to the Highway feeling like Michelle was going to lose her Child I was praying to God to please spare her this trauma she was such a tenderhearted Woman I did not think she could handle that(of course if you actually know Michelle you will find she is as strong willed as...well an OX).I was keeping one eye on my wife and one on the Highway not really knowing in anyway what I might be able to say to re-assure Miss Michelle so I just began to pray allowed that whatever Gods will for us today was that he would give us the strength to survive and if possible to spare the child inside her. (I Will always love Jesus and I hope you do not find my talking about him so freely an offense I will never point my finger at another person or judge anyone I know that I am probably the worst example of a good Christian boy but thankfully it is God I serve not some Man in a Church or people who claim falsely to be "good"...just saying I love you all please keep an open mind to me as I to you).Well we eventually made it to St. Jo's Hospital in Tacoma (which is where we've used a midwifery for one of our children's births.) Pulling into the Emergency Area I brought Michelle a wheelchair again and went in to the Hospital and they were excellent to my Wife they actually cared about us this day and I truly believe it was a Blessing for my Wife because she was very upset and needed peace soon Michelle has Hypoglycemia as it is and traumatic events seem to throw her out of whack and truly turn difficult times into nightmares but this day she was as strong as a Rock even when I knew she just wanted to crumble(she gave me strength too).after listening to her Belly it was not long until they sent us up to get an ultrasound, still not really giving us any reassurance and agreeing that she may be having a Miscarriage.
I suppose if I was smarter than I usually appear I could have told you that I was strong and faithful but the real truth is I was ready to die, my Wife had already demonstrated to me that I was not enough to bring her happiness and I also knew I did not have what it takes to reassure her in this time of distress well being heartbroken was no excuse to not be there for that girl I held her hand and went like a lamb to the slaughter to hear the horrible news. The technician was very cordial and almost jovial but I was so upset at the Callousness of this technician that I was ready to let her know about it nobody was going to be flippant in my Wife's time of distress, not while while I was around it was going to be time for a bit of Bobby slap down in a minute....when she said "It looks like they are fine she has just had a minor abruption. Wow I was so relieved it was only a minor ubar...."Wha? did you say they?". "Yes." she said,"they appear to be fine." "What the he...what do you mean by they?"I asked quite concerned. "Well did you not know?"she asked,"there are, one,two and three...three Baby's happy and O.K."
I said,"Uhm did you say,I mean it sounded like....but...but, Three?" she kind of laughed at me in a cruelladeville kind of happy like laugh and said,"YeeeEEEeess there are three good luck Daddy, ah hahahahaha!!!"Well maybe she actually just said yes. but still I could not believe it and I realized though I wanted to be a strong and good example to my wife so I said "Wow baby I am sooo Happy we are going to have three more it is like our family just doubled...almost sometimes I forget ABOUT how many kids or what order because I have so many but let me tell you I will never forget the day I looked at my Wife and asked her,"should we get a triple bunk?".
Bobby TrigloffSo
now i interrupted the story with this comment,"listen maybe I am wrong
but this is golden, but if only I think so ,I will not bother
finishing."
Erika Hasegawa Johnson said,"ya gotta finish, I remember the day you told everyone you were expecting triplets!"
I replied with "Yay!!!Erika reads my story!! does Troy haha! ok more on the way."
Erika said, "of course I do, I don't think Troy does much of anything on FB."
Just
so you know Troy is so lucky Erika aside from being one of my family's
closest friends is like one of those women on Tech TV that don't exist
in real life she loves STAR WARS and nice home theaters and like just
about every other nerdy thing I liked. So not only that but she loved
to babysit my kids so if I got home from work it was so easy to talk
her in to watching Star Wars. I knew when she was a kid at my Church
that one of the other kids there had better not let her go and Troy
stepped up what a good Man he became too...OK back to the story.
Of
course I was only filled with joy I know what is important and the day
I am an old man dieing and remembering all of my amazing adventures
(you probably don't even know a fraction of it Baby!) I will be
surrounded by children and they re children( if nothing else in spirit)
I am a rich man and I sure do pity any who have tried to steal my
Treasure from me (it is not me who you will answer to.) I held her hand
as she lie on the Hospital bed and stared into her beautiful eyes, she
was trying to figure out if I was ready to freak out, we had just been
through a horrible family trauma and in her pregnancy Hormone driven
state Michelle was fearful that I was ready to give up of course I was
not and( I can see through people far too well not to try to show her
my devotion) looking into her eyes I said,"I love you We are going to
have a Baby's!!!(I may have used other words but that is what I
said).Getting the car and pulling it up to the front of the Hospital to
pick up Michelle is something I have done so many times I bet I have
the record. (The funny part is I love to have a cigar handy because
they flip out thinking I am going to light it up on the way home in the
car and smoke everyone out. I am not sure if Erika was watching the
kids that day but I tell you what that girl made our lives so much
easier over the years we could not have been blessed more to have her
and her sister Katrina they were so willing to watch the kids any time
we needed and befriended My Wife who really didn't have allot of strong
friends in her life so anyways the Hasagawa girls were definitely a
part of the family and I don't say that about just anyone.
Michelle
and I have had this problem over the years we never have the guts to
tell our parents that we are having a Baby it was hard we knew what it
looks like people assume were Mormons or I am some evil Man Lording
over this sweetheart and forcing her to be a Baby machine(sorry),but we
truly had things in our lives that helped bring our lifestyle to this
point and it was a Blessing not a curse. We just hated telling them
even though it was not justified we felt judged and looked down upon
but of course we were always supported and excepted by the family's it
was our personal hangups that made us feel that way.
First was
to tell my parents it was a bit easier to tell them (for me at least).
Well my Mom at this point had recently found out that her Cancer may
have returned so sadly it was the beginning of her last story too (on
earth anyway) I sat in the old smoke smelling chair kinda looking at
the floor and the walls (also cigarette smoky) and said we just wanted
to tell you that Michelle is pregnant and they looked at me with kind
of a tsk tsk expression on both of them (THE FUNNIEST THING IS MY DAD
usually asks Michelle in his own funny yet rude and totally
inappropriate manor you pregnant yet?..he didn't this day is that not
odd?)...I pointed at Michelle like a 9 year old and said "She did it."
it got a little chuckle and got me kicked by my Wife(worth it). the
punch line was really in telling them the whole trip to the Hospital
story that ended with "Three????!!!" from my exclaiming Mother. Next
was Michelles Parents So we told them again in meek fashion (no Joke
though) and once again they behaved like you would expect a loving
caring family with support and Love. I did get to tell the Hospital
story again to an equally amazed ,"Three!" from the other Mother named
Anita(yes My Mother and mother in-Law are named Anita I hope if I ever
meet My birth mother her name will be Anita...you know for the funny.)
next was telling the people at my church.....
It was a
normal Sunday except I had asked to make an announcement, the
announcement you will see when I post the Miss Melody Video. I
said,"Our Family has just become a mostly Female house because Michelle
is going to have three Identical triplet GIRLS!!!!! Boy all of the
lady's seemed giddy and Michelle received many Congratulations.and let
me tell you she was happy it seemed during this time I truly believe
she needed a big event like this to help lift her out of a depressing
time for her it was like God used this to show her she was extremely
special still and that no depressing thing can steal that(I know I am
reaching but I believe it).
I suppose it is not so romantic to
whine about things now so lets get back to the wonder and amazement of
the next 8 months or so I made a little joke that Austin was feeling
really out numbered. I also was bringing up the fact that my parents
had given us a mini van what a blessing that was because our vehicles
were kind of on the last leg and i was not ready financially to buy
something better yet just paying the house was enough for us. But life
go's on and so will the story I have some really good stuff so don't go
away...
Kimi said, "great story, cant wait to read the
rest....i didn't know both moms shared the same name....i always had a
hard time telling my mom too no matter how old i was...lol..."
We
had so many adventures when Michelle was pregnant with the triplets not
only did we have to end the relationship we had with a very close
relative on Michelle's side but we had found that this person who was
trying to force her way into our family was actually secretively
reporting us to Child Protective Services on completely unfounded and
made up charges of abuse (she lived in Colorado and never really saw us
to know anything). Now this is a weird twist to the tale but it is
completely true see Michelle was also adopted by her Loving stepmother.
As a child and in an extremely vain attempt to be diplomatic, we
allowed her birth mother to have a small amount of contact with our
family. I was truly just trying to make a way for some past trauma My
Wife suffered as a child to finally be put to rest (it was my thought
that there must be two sides to the story that maybe she wasn't aware
of).
I was so wrong and it has plagued my mind ever since I
encouraged her to reunite with her birth mother.I allowed this psycho
back into Michelles life so I was determined to get rid of her. We
filed for a restraining order and we won it Judge Phillips knew me and
slapped a lifetime ban on Michelles birth mother from kitsap.
Unfortunately she figured out that it can only be for 5 years and not
for the whole county so the judge amended it at appeals and that was
that. but before all the court stuff wehad to deal with C.P.S. Nazi's
(that was how we saw them at the time).
The way we found out
that C.P.S. was coming they left a business card on the door, we knew
already how they operate they like to show up with a cop to make you
think they have the right to come in your house but if you know me at
all you know I am a patriot and pretty dang resistant to that kind of
crap but still I was going to handle this as best I could so first of
all I took my whole family to Tom Bushnells home who is one of my best
friends and he just happened to have a place designed for pregnant
Women to stay if they needed a safe environment. The Bushnell family
has only existed to help everyone they knew they publish a magazine
nationally to help parents of special needs children and they have
helped an innumerable amount of troubled Women in distressful times.
Well at this time it was my Wife not only did Tom put me in contact
with a Lawyer who lived his life suing C.P.S. but his Wife and Family
took care of my family (even though it was a distressful time for them.
see they were selling they're stuff and moving to the middle of nowhere
(actually slightly to the left of it...Idaho). I was truly worried
about C.P.S. coming see we spank our children as a form of discipline
and though it is perfectly legal and I knew the exact wording behind
the Law we knew that C.P.S. considered corpal punishment abuse on top
of that we Homeschooling our children and they love that too. as soon
as the C.P.S. person showed up at my door with a cop I handed her the
phone with a Lawyer on it she knew his name he had just got done
winning some case against them in Olympia after talking to him I
volunteered to let her speak to my kids and she showed me the stack of
complaints against us and i explained that that lady has only met our
family twice and she makes these complaints from Colorado. anyways when
it was all over they apologised and said they would never bother us
again. it was some time after that that we went to court for the
restraining order in fact it was long after the Triplets were born.
I
remember Michelle getting so Big that you could see the little Baby
girls hands and feet pushing against Mommas belly it was so
uncomfortable for her. So I suggested a Massage but Michelle thought it
was not safe but later she found someone who told her how awesome she
would think it is ....and she did it made me feel like a pretty cool
husband when Michelle expressed her relief ... that she felt after a
nice massage. I was very concerned at all times about Michelles
condition you see the Nurses and the Doc's said Michelle may need to go
on full bed rest at some point fortunately for us Michelle has an IRON
will and she did not need to go on bed rest until the last month.
Michelle was a pretty strong Woman in the face of such a large burden
of three new mouths and an undying faith in the Lord.Her witness
inspired me I just loved that Michelle could see no other path than to
serve the King no matter what the adversity. Some of those traits were
what My Wife thought of me but I never lived up to her standard.
one
day Austin pulled me aside and asked me "Why is it that Momma was only
having Girls and no more Boys?" and I responded with ,"Son I know you
are lonely for a boy to play with I also had no brother my age to play
with but you have something real special Son." "What is that?" Austin
asked a little puzzled I said,"You are going to have the chance to be
the hero to 6 of the most beautiful girls on the planet...and those
Girls are all going to have beautiful friends and those friends are
going to Love their good friends older brother so even though you want
a brother, You cherish and be a hero to those wonderful sisters.He
always has.
well lots more happened I began driving a Cab to
make money when I wasn't at the Good Guys sellin Stereo's, (They begged
me to come back to them from Circuit city) I was really glad to leave
Circuit City because when Michelle and I had our first marital Traumas
I worked there and that place reminded me too much about the past I
guess. I made some really cool foam things so Michelle could try to
sleep on her tummy, and even though I felt pretty alone I truly had a
blessing from God all around my family.
I remember that
day very well I got a call Michelle is in the Hospital you need to go I
had to call the Cab people to let them know I left the cab at the
Bushnells (that was the last time I drove for them) I got to the
Hospital and Michelle was already in the delivery I a=came in to a room
filled to the brim with Doctors it was the first time identical
triplets had been born at marybridge and I guess it was a big big deal
Michelle had an ultrasound going the whole time and she was ready to go
it happened do fast that she had them naturally even though with the
triplets they planned a "c section". Now if you know the polotics
behind it they always want to do a "c section" over a vaginal birth but
recovery time is so hard after surgery I recommend not doing surgery if
it is possible.
All three came out it was fast compared to
some Labors I could have missed it if I wasn't fast getting there. They
were each under 3 pounds and had to stay in the Hospital it was torment
to be without the Babies Michelle stayed as well so I was pretty alone
I could only go after work and stay for a limited time. Michelle was so
in love with her babies it was beautiful to see her smile.
One
night a terrible thing happened the nurses who we instructed not to
give any of the babies a milk based formula because all f our children
and my wife were lactose intolerant thought they knew better than us
after all they get told alot I am sure, but still the instructions were
to wake Momma anytime you run low on breastmilk they decided to let
Momma sleep. All three of our little babies became horribly sick with
intestine issues unfortunately wonderful miss Melody needed surgery
they took out a section of her intestine but appeared to be ok after
that. we were able to bring home Nadia and Tae first miss Melody needed
more time. it was a little after this my first daughter Julia got sick
with asthema like symptoms and ended up in the same Hospital she was
miserable they poked her and made her lay in bed she was very
resistant. one thing I did to help her was convince two guys in Bob and
Larry suits to come to the Hospital to visit my daughter it was soooo
cool "Bob the Tomato and Larry the Cucumber in the Hospital was a huge
hit for all the children in there I cry even now remembering how sweet
it was. and those guys from deightmans bookstore had no reasont to do
it other than to be nice to some people they never met before.
Not
long after Miss Melody came home sadly within two weeks she stopped
breathing. I remember pulling into my driveway to see fire truck and
ambulance lights flashing neighbors looking and my Wife cumpled on the
floor with people consoling her the ambulance rushed my daughter to the
Hospital Michelle and I followed unfortnately she died that night.I
carried her to the ambulance that they took her to coroner in that was
the last time I held her...I miss her so. I had more but i will just
say I go to see her grave every Easter morning I know one day we will
see her in heaven with the Lord and every tear will be wiped away....
P.S.
My mother saw the Baby's before she died and she accepted Jesus as Lord
and Savior I am so thankful that I had a Mother who didnt really have
to raise me she chose me adopted and raised me now she is with Miss
Melody waiting as are we for that day of the Lord.
Patrick is thinking "this is going to go so well".
She is thinking "I hope we get home early enough for me to call Jimmy" (not that Jimmi) so Patrick pulls out the new cassette fumbles with it a little and goes to pop it in the new stereo when all of a sudden.....
He only glanced down for a second to pop that tape in but it was like a slow motion movie at this point. he noticed a nice flowery perfume as he leaned over a bit towards the stereo really a small consolation for the terrible stench the rest of this night will be in poor Patrick Cain’s memory even to this day. Out of the bushes and brush on the side of the road leaped a deer… No! a deer.
Leaping up in fright the poor deer ate his last lunch, landing square on the hood of the shiny newish Honda the leg of the Deer wedges in between the front bumper and the car tearing the leg clean off as the deer falls aside in the ditch screaming in Horror Jenny (no not that Jenny) sees the terrible image of a severed Deer Leg standing prominently in the air like a bloody furry Hood ornament!!! the car skids around Patrick had great control of this terror ride and pulled safely to a grinding halt half in the ditch.
you might think it is over....no my friend not by a long shot stay tuned….