Glass, Grass and Fucken Nails
June 9, 2016
OK, so my Dad also helped me raise my son, Junior Crosthwaite. Ahem, an absolute fucken’ amazing person, btw. And I say so not in bias, but because of Junior’s exemplary and honorable dedication to my Father, his whole life. Now remember, this is technically my son’s Great Grandfather…. hahaha… Crazy huh? How my Dad kept up with us all! 3 generations…. He raised his kids… He raised us girls…. Then he never waivered when it came to helping with my Bugs. Thank you Dad, for always being so fucken’ loyal. You never asked us for anything in return, other than “Do not grow up to be a donkey!” my Father’s words when he’d be lecturing us on making good choices. LMFAO… Yes I realize, it wasn’t the most conventional way to get his point across, but my dad wasn’t basic!!! 😉 My Dad was tough as fucken’ nails, but he was completely dedicated to providing for his whole family. He worked 12 hour shifts 5 days a week (Balboa Naval hospital) and lots of times pulled doubles! Definitely where I get my work ethic from. My Father, the Respiratory Therapist who never complained and always, always, took us to the park. Thank you Dad. Thank you for allowing June-bug and I to be such a close part of your life…. Thank you for instilling such hard core, stand up shit in our lives. Talk about resilience… we have it. You taught us to always move forward, everything is a process, don’t be all over the place about it all… Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. That’s why June-bug and I are celebrating your peace! You are finally FREE!!! I am so BLESSED Dad…. We love YOU!!! You”re a fucken’ Rockstar!!!! OWWW!!! XOXO
