I,dont walk the same path everyday,not interested in the normal life,would rather be out in the open to hear the wind,the birds sing,the animals scurrying around see a rainbow or the stars above..Listening to the tales of the times gone by as I sat at my grandfathers and greatgrand mothers side..To,hear the voice of Robert abbadilla (died Viet nam) as he sang his favorite song louie louie..To,hear my greatgrand mother call me Nashta,again.. To,recive a butterfly kiss,a humming bird sing and see a rose bloom...My,niece said it like this;"you,will be there for them,give your last penny and the shirt of your back,never asking for anything in return for what you do,never expecting anything..But,there will never be anyone near to take you last tear"...Loving,life,those around me and far away..
When,the day comes they lay me to rest It says upon my stone "Here lays shake That was ,one Hell of a Ride"