But for those of you who know to look here, thank you my friends, and this will help to understand...Marion was my best friend's mom, but she was so much more than that.... she was the only loving mom I have ever known...
I was born "blessed" as some people would think. My birth parents are incredibly wealthy. and that wealth allowed them to do as they pleased.... By the time I was ten I had almost every major bone in my body broken.. well that may not be fair,, I broke my collar bone four times, my femur six times and my ulna three times, six cracked ribs and seven concessions.. according to the hospital I was a very clumsy child. My twin sister did not have as many " accidents" once she started getting sick. I often felt guilty as I would wish I was the sick one so I would not get hurt. Tiff died when we were ten... then "accidents" got more intense but one good thing happened. A new maid was hired. Her name was Marion.. Marion was the most wonderful woman in the world. She hugged me and loved me and taught me art. She taught me to cook and gave me a best friend... Her daughter Julie.. now to understand this you must know I am white from a very uppity family,Marion and Julie are not. My parents dismissed my relationship with them as it was "just the help" kinda like my playing with Julie was playing with the dog. When I at the age of 11 started being savagely raped by family member it was brave Marion who brought me to the hospital. She risked everything to save me. I was sent off to boarding school (being an embarrassment) and she lost her job. Marion and Julie never forgot me, they sent me bus tickets so I could come "home " on the weekends. I stayed with them in a place my parents would have cringed at.. but I felt so loved. When I graduated, Marion was in there front row. (my "real" mom was there somewhere and my dad was too busy making money) When I was accepted to art school, it was Marion who gave me my first set of real artist pastels, I since then have made thousands of dollars doing portraits in pastel/ To this day Julie is my closest friend and I consider her children my nieces and nephews, my son has grown up with no ideas regarding race, he loves Timmy and Brian and thinks little Lieah is so cute.
At any rate.. I wanted you to know Marion was more of a mother to me than the "egg donor" who gave birth to me ever could be. Her death was the worst thing I have ever experienced.
I was born "blessed" as some people would think. My birth parents are incredibly wealthy. and that wealth allowed them to do as they pleased.... By the time I was ten I had almost every major bone in my body broken.. well that may not be fair,, I broke my collar bone four times, my femur six times and my ulna three times, six cracked ribs and seven concessions.. according to the hospital I was a very clumsy child. My twin sister did not have as many " accidents" once she started getting sick. I often felt guilty as I would wish I was the sick one so I would not get hurt. Tiff died when we were ten... then "accidents" got more intense but one good thing happened. A new maid was hired. Her name was Marion.. Marion was the most wonderful woman in the world. She hugged me and loved me and taught me art. She taught me to cook and gave me a best friend... Her daughter Julie.. now to understand this you must know I am white from a very uppity family,Marion and Julie are not. My parents dismissed my relationship with them as it was "just the help" kinda like my playing with Julie was playing with the dog. When I at the age of 11 started being savagely raped by family member it was brave Marion who brought me to the hospital. She risked everything to save me. I was sent off to boarding school (being an embarrassment) and she lost her job. Marion and Julie never forgot me, they sent me bus tickets so I could come "home " on the weekends. I stayed with them in a place my parents would have cringed at.. but I felt so loved. When I graduated, Marion was in there front row. (my "real" mom was there somewhere and my dad was too busy making money) When I was accepted to art school, it was Marion who gave me my first set of real artist pastels, I since then have made thousands of dollars doing portraits in pastel/ To this day Julie is my closest friend and I consider her children my nieces and nephews, my son has grown up with no ideas regarding race, he loves Timmy and Brian and thinks little Lieah is so cute.
At any rate.. I wanted you to know Marion was more of a mother to me than the "egg donor" who gave birth to me ever could be. Her death was the worst thing I have ever experienced.
I hope that you will soon see a bit of light at the end of this tunnel you are in.
