Doctor Charles Heike,

My first cousin,

Only son of Dr.Norman Ervin Eric Heike of Seymour,Wisconsin,

A kid,

Probably now sixty-seven maybe,

He had me placed my hand in a pail of water,

See we had a lake,

Bought by my grandpa,

Paul John Andrew Heike in the thirties from an old wrestler Eddie Fisher,

Grampa bought three hundred acres with a half mile lake,

All spring fed,

No inlets or outlets on the lake,

Then Cubbie cause that’s what Charles was called said pull your hand out,

See nothing,

Not even a wave,

I was eight,

He was next to eighteen,

The scare us deep,

Still bleeds,

He was stupid and wrong,

His first wife died while he was hunting,

He had no children of his own,

I never saw him rewed,

I was working in Virginia,

When I’m dust,

My ashes will slip into Cub Lake,

Dad and Ellen and Ann Cubbies first wife,

Saw Uncle Norms ghost there after he passed,

Norm had a blue jean jacket and and engineer cap,

That’s all I saw from the kitchen window.

I needed no more,

Charles,Renee and Lee Ann last of the Heike family,

Oldest three twenty twenty,

Youngest was Ill.

None if the Rohrs came either

None came in November twenty twenty to Ellen’s good bye!

Were they told but choice not to attend the farewell of my baby sister,

I had been falsely accused of abusing my best friend and mom,

I came with my adopted sister’s,

The woman that pushed Ellen Beth Heike Mathis to drink,

Found herself,

In her bed,

Could not be bothered to attend,

Martin’s Funeral Home in Waukon,Iowa,

Diana Lee Dudley,never came but to bully and stay free with my sister.

This folks is disfunction,

On WordPress I have over seven hundred followers,

On YouTube four hundred and twenty-six subscribers.

Been struck twice by cares,

Once at eighteen on Aces Blue,

And at fifty on a ten speed,

Have a TBI,

Died twice December third,two fourteen,

Had burnt lungs,two strokes,

Still plugging along,

I can say this out loud,

Love you Cubbie if I die tomorrow just wanted you to know,

I never was a failure,

We all matter and have a purpose.

All started with a bully and a bucket,

Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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