A Different Angle
The rose was hand forged by my old boyfriend, Mike Mize. We argued and he could not sleep with the full moon blazing in the great picture window. He said he went down to his forge and worked on this piece for me. A love letter was with it, like a mad woman I threw it away. Blah blah blah. It started with “My love for you will last as long as this rose.” He was killed in a car accident April 9, 2000. Drunk Driving landed him in a creek at about 3-4 AM. So tragic, he left a son in high school and a wife!! A Wife!!! He told me he was divorced but I found out that the papers were not filed. I was so angry over that I kept it to myself, she had breast cancer and passed away unnecessarily. She waited too long to get it checked and it was just awful. She started out with an alternative medicine quack and not a doctor. It still bothers me that people don’t understand that they have a responsibility to be here for their children at whatever cost. Her cancer was the kind that is genetic and she could have lived a full life with surgery and reconstruction. He didn’t have to go to a bar across a mountain and get stinking drunk. He was five miles from his family farm. The tow truck driver said that the cab of his truck smelled of whiskey so strong that if you lit a match it would catch fire. So unnecessary and irresponsible. I’m by no means a saint, I know that life happens and it’s hard, full of unpleasantries, and you can’t always get want you want. To quote Mick Jagger. Thank you for your time reading this poorly written note. Thank you for your visit, fave and comments. I’m very grateful for each one. 🙏☮️
A Different Angle
The rose was hand forged by my old boyfriend, Mike Mize. We argued and he could not sleep with the full moon blazing in the great picture window. He said he went down to his forge and worked on this piece for me. A love letter was with it, like a mad woman I threw it away. Blah blah blah. It started with “My love for you will last as long as this rose.” He was killed in a car accident April 9, 2000. Drunk Driving landed him in a creek at about 3-4 AM. So tragic, he left a son in high school and a wife!! A Wife!!! He told me he was divorced but I found out that the papers were not filed. I was so angry over that I kept it to myself, she had breast cancer and passed away unnecessarily. She waited too long to get it checked and it was just awful. She started out with an alternative medicine quack and not a doctor. It still bothers me that people don’t understand that they have a responsibility to be here for their children at whatever cost. Her cancer was the kind that is genetic and she could have lived a full life with surgery and reconstruction. He didn’t have to go to a bar across a mountain and get stinking drunk. He was five miles from his family farm. The tow truck driver said that the cab of his truck smelled of whiskey so strong that if you lit a match it would catch fire. So unnecessary and irresponsible. I’m by no means a saint, I know that life happens and it’s hard, full of unpleasantries, and you can’t always get want you want. To quote Mick Jagger. Thank you for your time reading this poorly written note. Thank you for your visit, fave and comments. I’m very grateful for each one. 🙏☮️