Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Living forever

I'm going to live forever!
Before son Dave died, and after I became Tioga-George, I lived as though I would live forever.  Now, I am going to do the same thing.  With a GIGANTIC difference.  I intend to remove limits from my life.  And I am going to dedicate the rest of my time here on God's earth, to living my limitless life!.

What do I mean by that?  Hmmmmm?   Well, I means that I may go someplace that you would never dream that I would go.  Or do something that I have never done before.  Explore every kind of thing that there is to explore.  Who knows what I mean by this?  Likely, not even I know for sure.  And I do not want to know either!  I want what I do to be big surprise, especially a surprise to me!
Jorge on Dave's front steps in the City of Concord

12:30pm, Sunday, September 19th - The Greek Festival
I've known for several weeks that I had to take a pic of the Greek Festival sign. The Greek church that holds the festival each year, and has done so for many years, leaves the sign up for a long time after the event is over.

It was at the Greek Festival where my son Dave had his last moments of fun.  A good time that came to a stunning end when Dave's friend and neighbor from across the street asked Dave on his 12:30pm arrival at the festival, "Do you know what is going on at your place?".  Dave didn't know, so his friend went on, "The police broke into your home and have been inside for two hours!"

From the moment Dave heard those fateful words about the police, his life spun out of control.  The following evening just as the sun set over Calaveras Big Trees State Park high in the Sierra Nevada range, my son Dave died.  Gone from me forever.
September 19th

The sign
Yes.  I knew for weeks that I had to take a pic of that Greek Festival sign.   To me, as long as that sign stands, some thread of Dave's life remains.  Some readers have written that I should quit writing about Dave.  And that my writing is seeking to make a martyr of my son, Dave.

Perhaps that is exactly what I am doing by writing about Dave.  But it was not me who made Dave a martyr.  Dave is a martyr!  A martyr to those who would seek to destroy innocent lives in the name of protecting children.

Why should I remain silent, while those destroyers remain convinced of the righteousness of their evil ways?