Hello, My Name is Jo Ann and I am a New Member of Steemit!

in introduceyourself •  2 years ago

Hello Steemit Community,

My name is Jo Ann and I am a 67 yr old retired female living in Ohio. My son, @codydeeds was telling me about a new social media platform that was recently created. He had been using it for a bit and was very enthusiastic in describing what steemit was and the future implications of the platform.

Knowing my background in creative writing he suggested blogging on here to me. I have always been interested in blogging but have never had a good opportunity to give it a try. Seems like steemit is the opportunity I was waiting for, he suggested I start with a bio about myself so that people would have context as to who I am as a person. Typically I am somewhat reserved but took this opportunity to tell my story how I experienced it, for you and possibly my ancestors one day.

Who is @mojojo?

I was two weeks shy of being born in Cincinnati, Ohio. My father was a songwriter, singer, musician, DJ, record publisher, record producer, sign maker & sign painter. He was recording records and writing songs with Syd Nathan, who was the owner of the now historic King Records. My mother insisted that she and my father move back home to their families in Tennessee to have their first child, me.

My father, Ross (aka: Chuck Rogers) had many famous country music associates and friends from California to Nashville, and in between. He formed the 2nd oldest music publishing company in Nashville before I was born (the oldest being Acuff & Rose). I lived in many different places as young child.

During my first year of life, my father and Ray Price drove to a studio together in Dallas Texas to record my dad"s song 'Jealous Lies'. That was Ray's first record! At the time he was going to school to become a veterinarian. My Dad changed Ray's life forever by convincing him to sing his song. Ray did not even like country music at that time in his life.

I learned to walk in San Diego California where I chased after two Navy sailors because they had ice cream cones. That is my first memory! I was two years old when I sang 'Patty Cake' for Cowboy Copas, in exchange for a coca-cola. That's a habit I'm still trying to overcome today. Cowboy Copas later died in the same plane crash that killed Patsy Cline.

My first sibling, Roger, was born in San Diego CA when I was 23 months old. The day that my parents brought him home from the hospital, I hit him in the head with a shoe, or so I was told by my mother. No serious injury and he stayed. I eventually began to love him.

In 1953 in Kentucky my 2nd brother, Michael Wayne, was born at home. The home birth ended up being a mistake, he was a breech birth and although his heart beat for a long time, he never took his first breath. A memory that still haunts me today. I was a 4 yr. old little girl staring sadly into a casket that held this beautiful baby. He was wearing a blue knitted sweater and hat. . .'Baby Boy Blue.'

I so wanted that baby to move, to be alive. I had looked forward to having a baby brother. My still baby brother looked just like a doll to me. And yes, the small casket was placed inside our home so that my bed ridden Mom could spend time with her baby boy. My Dad took the baby to Tennessee for burial. That was bad year for my memory book. My baby brother died, my puppy 'Fido' was killed by a car, and my Dad broke his leg. His whole leg was in a cast. He'd fallen through the roof of a furniture store while hanging a sign. He landed on top of a refrigerator which broke his fall, a blessing in disguise.

I survived a dust storm and scorpions in my bath tub during the 1st grade. I got through pneumonia, German measles, and chicken pox during the 2nd grade. In the 3rd grade, I fell in love with Elvis Presley at the movie theater while watching 'Love Me Tender.' The 4th grade was the first year that I attended one school for the full year! (Like I said, we moved around a lot in those early years). I was voted by my classmates as 'May Day Queen' in the 5th grade.

Jr. High was fun until Nov. 23, 1963 . . . 5th period English class. JFK was shot and by 6th period Sociology class he was dead. That was the 1st time in my life that I'd seen a grown man cry. My Sociology teacher, in his grey suit and tie, sitting behind his desk with a white cloth handkerchief in his hand.

He wept.

I knew this was serious. School was dismissed. Outside it was cold, cloudy, and sad. The bus ride home was packed with teenagers and one could have heard a pin drop. The next few days were just wall to wall sadness and confusion. On TV, things got really crazy! I watched this man in a suit with a long pointer stick in hand, showing on this board of large white paper, the travel path of this zig-zag bullet! I knew then at age 15 that the official story was BS! I didn't believe it then and I don"t believe it to this day!

At age 17, I was a junior in high school, while waiting for the school bus one morning, I was told about our first community Vietnam casualty Tommy! Two years prior, Tommy was our star basketball player and had joined the Marines right after graduation. Things in this country got crazy fast in the following years! One of the things that seem to lift our spirits in was the Space Program. It may have been a false sense of hope, but hope nonetheless.

After graduation, I dropped out of nurses college to work at General Motors because I saw $$$ signs. Young and . . .well too young to know better I guess. I married a Vietnam Green Beret at age 19. At age 21, I gave birth to my first child Terry, a beautiful 8 lb. 8 oz. baby boy!

I left my Green Beret husband at age 27. Not much help available back then for PTSD, this still may be the case today! It pains me to say this, but during that 1st marriage, there were times that I became a battered woman. That led me to promoting the (not yet approved at the time) Domestic Violence Law, via a Cleveland radio interview in early March of 1980. The DJ was not throwing soft balls during that interview, but I held my own. The newly proposed law was not popular with the men at all. They saw it as a threat for sure! I also promoted the local community Battered Women's Shelter, although I never had to stay there, thanks to my Mother.

I later remarried and gave birth to my first and only daughter Robbyn! What a beautiful, sunny, Saturday morning that was! What a Beautiful 9 lb.8 oz. baby girl! I was beyond words with joy and that day is a favorite memory of mine.

In 1980, I was 3rd runner up in the Mrs. America-Ohio Pageant. I also won an award that had never been presented before. The Pageant Director and Officials created this award because of me! They presented me with 'The Highest Achiever Award' for marketing of the pageant. The award said "for astronomical achievement", I voluntarily promoted the pageant by securing three local network TV interviews, six area newspaper articles. I was also 'VIP for the Day' on a local and popular radio station. In addition to that, I sold lots of advertising ads to local businesses for my sponsorship.

The pageant had the normal areas of competition; evening dress, swimsuit, interview with all the judges. There was not a required talent competition in this pageant. However, a surprise talent competition was announced for after hours, strictly voluntary. We all gathered together in a big banquet room for the competition. Some sang, some danced, some just watched. I didn't consider myself to have a talent but prior to this, late one night in my home I had written a poem (with the upcoming pageant in mind). I waited until the very last minute to run upstairs to my hotel room to get the poem out of my luggage.

We had dress uniformed Marine Guard escorts during the 2 day pageant activities and I had to get them to unlock the big doors to let me in and out with my poem. The pageant director asked "does anyone else wanted to perform?" I slowly raised my hand, I think it was shaking. It was all very spontaneous, I asked the piano play to "Play something patriotic." He said "Like what?" I said "How about 'America The Beautiful".

He started softly playing and I started reading. When I was finished, all I wanted to do was go back to my seat and sit down, but the pageant director wouldn't stop clapping in-order to take the microphone from me. Eventually he did and as I walked back to my seat, I noticed that some of the contestants were wiping tears away. I was about half way through the aisle to my seat when I was met and stopped cold by the Marine 'Master Sargent of Arms'. He thrust his hand out and he shook my hand!

He said "I just wanted to say Thank You." What an honor, what a memory! The following morning during brunch, the pageant director made an announcement. He said that he and the other pageant officials had decided that they wanted me to close the show out the final evening by reading my poem, along with the same piano player playing the same song. They said that even if I was out in the audience (meaning if I didn't win) they would announce for me to come on stage and close out the final competition night with my poem. That's just what I did, since I placed in the top 5 out of 50 and had won 3rd Runner-Up, I was already right there on the stage!

In early September of 1980, I answered an ad for a secretarial position at one of the largest, oldest, and most well known car & truck dealerships in my city. I told the 'man' who was the office manager during our interview that "I have office experience but what I really want to do is to sell cars". He must have acted on a hunch or his intuition, he led me right out of the office pool. We walked right across the showroom floor and sat me down right in front of the new car sales manager! He said "she says she wants to sell cars and I think she'd be good at it". My future new boss said "oh, yeah?". I got the job and I drove home too excited to put into words! I even sang to the radio on the way!

My training consisted of two months of 12 hour days in high heels, this was five days a week with 8 hours on Saturday and Sunday off. The training was tough but worth it in the end. After training, I was put out on the floor to sell, of course that also consisted of walking the hard parking lot pavement in high heels. One Saturday, during my 1st week of being out of training, at the end of the day, I was called into the bosses office. The office was a complete glass enclosure visible to the entire dealership.

He yelled and screamed four letter words at me! I swear those glass walls rattled. According to him, I screwed up. I had let a customer walk, without talking to the manager first (my boss). I felt humiliated and I cried on the way home. I vowed to never go back there, I was quitting.

Monday morning I was back at work and ready to sell some cars! There was a tradition in the dealership that when a guy sold his 1st vehicle, he'd get his tie cut off in the next sales meeting. But what do you do with a woman? I was one of the very few women in Ohio in 1980 selling motor vehicles. The bosses pondered on this one, I'm sure.

Here's what they decided to do to me at the next sales meeting after I sold my first car. They cut every button off of my suit jacket, even on the cuff of the sleeves. Then they cut off all of the buttons on my vest. It took me a long time after work that night to sew all of those buttons back on! However, after my initial training period ended, the hours were reduced to a very manageable schedule.

I loved it! I was good a success and I gave those other guys some competition. I sold and delivered the first Escort in my city in 1980. There was an article in the newspaper about the first Escort being sold including a photo with me peering down into the engine and under the hood of that car.

It was not easy working in what was always a man's domain. One day I was called into the office because the 'General Manager' didn't like the ruffles on my blouse. I was told to start wearing 'turtle neck' style attire. I was able to succeed and I LOVED my new white Mustang demo!

My beautiful 8 lb. 8 oz. baby boy @codydeeds was born in 1984 on a Sunday shortly before noon! My OBGYN was outside the O.R. eating a cheeseburger, which at the time kind of ticked me off. I was in labor so I was being a little unreasonable. I was able to stay at home with him for his first 3 years of life. That was good, in the past, with my daughter, I had to return to my job when she was just about 5 weeks old. I wish I could get a do over on that one, both of the boys were able to have mommy at home with them for the first two or three years.

In 1990, I was selling cars & trucks and was approached by the Project Director of Florida beach front Condo Resort. He offered me a sales position. I saw it as better opportunity for myself and my family so I accepted. I became a licensed State of Ohio Foreign Real Estate Agent as a requirement of that position. The company had a total 3 offices (1 in Georgia, 1 in Florida, and the 1 in Ohio).

During my first full year (1991) I was the Salesperson for the Year for the Ohio office and the Salesperson of the Year for the Company (all 3 offices). That had never been accomplished before in the company's history. All of the awards were always won by the Florida office, because that was where the actual resort property was located with all of the amenities (ocean, beach, sand, palm trees, etc.).

This career led me to working for National Builders selling New Homes. I received more awards and achieved a lot of success and along with that came more money. I was a 'single parent' during this time but was able to buy 3 different homes 'by myself & at least 3 cars. I was able to fly my children to Disney World and Universal studios. I was able to take them to Florida two different times to spend a week in a beach front condo. I was even able to send my daughter and her fiancee to Hawaii for two weeks for college graduation.

In 2002, I lost my only living sibling Roger, my brother, to liver cancer. He was only 51 years old at the time. His biggest best trait was his Humor! He loved to crack jokes and laugh! He spent 3 years in the Army in the early 1970's. He was headed for Vietnam, but they changed his orders the night before and sent him to Germany instead.

In the early days of the Army, I wasn't sure he'd survive it. He was young and was a little bit of mama's boy and had never been far from home. He survived but I'm not sure of the price, he never drank or smoked before the Army. He loved animals (dogs & cats). He loved his family and especially his nieces and nephews. He loved life and he so wanted to live. After diagnosis he was given 12 mos to live but lasted 19 mos. Which led him to say after the first 12 mos that "He'd out lived his time." I am not sure that a patient should buy into those medical assumptions of "How long do I have Doc?". It probably boils down to "Do I have the guts to hear the truth?". He was brave and we miss him. I currently have his car, a 1977 Oldmobile Delta 4 door, it has a Great engine!

In 2007, I accepted a position in Tennessee which required a real estate license. I spent two weeks in classes in Knoxville, studied every day for the State Test, and became licensed by the State of Tennessee as a Real Estate Agent. I rented a house and moved all of my things to another state. Big move for a 58 yr old woman to do alone.

The company had promised that I'd make $500,000 a year. It didn't take me long with my training and background to realize that they were committing fraud and were trying to get their sales agent to commit fraud. I got out of Dodge! Quickly! I could see the writing on the wall and I wanted no part of it!

The company owners were charged by the Feds, taken to court, but managed to get out of it (money & big connections speak volumes). Some of the sales managers were charged, and a lot of them ended up on the witness stand. I am proud of myself for being ethical and sorry that I believed their lies. The company went basically bankrupt and nothing ever came of the development (that was never developed!)

This brings me to 2009 and beyond.

This is the place that I've dreaded to go, even on paper.

The most difficult period of my life so far.

In 2009 I lost my Beautiful and only daughter Robbyn to God & the Universal Heavens. She died at age 31. She was tall (5' 11") slender & a very pretty blonde with hazel green eyes. It is weird trying to describe physical characteristics of someone that you yourself have such a physical connection to. I believe that Mother and Child have a physical connection that starts at the very beginning of the umbilical cord attachment and that it lasts for all eternity.

My daughter was 'smart and fun' to be around. The room energy was better once she entered, always better! She made friends easily and they liked her, and most loved her! I remember when she was just 2 years old and we were at a major league baseball game. The announcer started speaking loudly throughout the stadium on the speakers. My little girl tugged at the bottom of my shirt and said "Mommy, is that God talking?".

My daughter graduated 'Magna Cum Laude' from Miami University in Oxford after completing a 5 year program. The same University that Big Ben w/ Pittsburg Steelers attended AND bought my daughter a drink on a night out on campus. She taught Jr Hi English & Social Studies for 3 1/2 years. She the became a Director of a well know Daycare.

In 2008 and 2009 employment in the Midwest tanked. My daughter joined the Navy in early '09. She had provided all the required documents, she took the physical in Columbus on April 14th along with two different drug tests. She was told by the Navy that she'd probably end up in Afghanistan.

She was Brave, she told me and also told her Navy recruiter that "Joining the Navy was like getting married". Everything was a Go! Two weeks later on April 28th she was dead. Her Navy recruiter 'Robert' came to her Memorial service in dressed in full navy uniform. Like I said, she had a way with people because she was the real deal.

Robbyn wanted to take advantage of all the perks that the Navy had to offer. First one was; they had a base in Hawaii. Since her trip there in 2001, she longed to be there. Just 2 or 3 weeks before my Daughter died, she told me that when she died, that she wanted to be cremated and her remains placed in Hawaii. I assumed that the Navy had told her to have that conversation with the family, but since I've wondered if one's soul knows when death is near?

I am still working on the getting her remains to Hawaii. When she was cremated, I am the one who had to push the green button to start the flames! I heard the whoosh of the gas burners come on. I can't tell you how I felt upon hearing that. How I still feel at this moment typing these words. The irony of me birthing & pushing her body into this world and me pushing that green button to take her out of this world (not sure how to even digest that).

Among the important perks from the Navy to my daughter was Health Care. My daughter had back pain that she thought was from a fall on her waitress job at a Golf Course Club House. She worked and supported herself from the age of 19 all through college. She taught Driver's Ed one summer and always waited tables at the popular chicken wings spot. She had won a Workman's Comp claim due to the fall. Later an autopsy would reveal that she had renal cell carcinoma, a golf ball size tumor on her kidney & that was causing the pain.

Due to the anxiety & stress that comes with college and with the stress of trying to support herself, my daughters woman doctor prescribed Xanax to her. I am not sure that was a good idea because of her ancestral DNA and addiction. But then in 2006 she was diagnosed with cervical cancer & prescribed very strong pain pills (opiates). This was when doctors were passing this crap out like candy.

Patients can actually become dependent within 2 weeks. As my daughter told me in March of 2009, "I don't always take them as prescribed, sometimes I take more than is prescribed". She also started going to AA and CA meetings that same month. She was doing well and like I stated earlier passed 2 Navy drug tests 2 weeks before her death.

She kept her doctors appointment on April 21st, one week before her death. She went to bed with at her friend's house on April 27th. He told the police the next evening, after he found her purple and not breathing, that "He could not get her out of bed all day".

Do I blame him?

I think a part of me does and yet I've never met him. Maybe I'm afraid to meet him, I can't trust myself to meet him. The anger may surface, the pathologist told me these 'exact' words "The amount of pills that your daughter took would not have killed her had she not had pneumonia".

The autopsy report stated that my daughter had 'bronchial pneumonia in both lungs'. It is likely that the pain pills masked her symptoms of such a serious case of pneumonia. It has been 7 years, 9 months, and 10 days since I last looked into my daughters eyes. That was on the day before her death, just 11 days before Mother's Day.

In 2005 my daughter gave me a necklace of a cross for Mother's Day. Inside the box, she wrote "Now God and I will always be with you". I read that every night at bedtime and I keep her ashes and her beloved cat's ashes very near to me in my bedroom (for now). I took especially good care of her cat For Her for 5 years following my daughters death, until his death in 2014 at age 15. Not too bad for a cat, I guess.

I had rescued him as a kitten at about 10 weeks old in 1999. I found him on the golf course property where i was selling condos. I called my daughter to see if one of her friends wanted a kitten. She met up with me in the Bob Evans parking lot so that I could hand off the recently found kitten .

I looked back at those two and I knew that he'd already found his home! Before reaching out to my daughter I called the local shelter & they told me that they would immediately euthanize this kitten, a fast death sentence. He was a big part of her life that I was holding on to as sort of a way of having part of her with me. It was really hard watching the veterinarian do the humane thing for him. I still find that I even question if that was really necessary. In my heart, I know that it probably was.

It's hard to believe that in April 2002, I watched my mother lose her child to death, my brother. Then in April 2009, it happened to me. This reminds me about how upset I became soon after her death, when people would say to me "I'm sorry for your loss". I would think or sometimes even say "I'm not the one who lost, my daughter is the one who lost, she lost her life!".

In 2010 my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, the cancer was stage 4. It had already spread to her spine and there was not much that could be done. In 2011 we buried her at a local cemetery, the funeral was nice.

In 2013, my ex-husband and now current husband (round 2) was diagnosed with prostate cancer, stage 4. He is doing really well now. He's had the maximum radiation treatment allowed and is on steroids and hormone therapy. He is retired now, sometimes our space gets too small for us both. That's when I'm glad that I have an upstairs and a library less than a block away.

So life has some hills to climb and sometimes some sink holes . . . but you don't have to sink.

Be strong.

As Tom Hanks said in that movie "You never know what the tide might bring".

For me . . . I now have two precious & beautiful grand-daughters!

They too are the real deal! I cherish the time spent with those whom I feel a special bond (ie: @aprilangel and Barb). I cherish the Here and Now. I cherish whatever amount of the time that I have left on planet earth, knowing that someday my soul will re-connect with those whom I love & miss.

My life lessons have taught me what really matters; LOVE and LIFE. I may have learned the hard way, but as they say "When the student is ready, the teacher will come."....Do you hear that, my beautiful teacher daughter?

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Wow! Excited to learn more about this for sure! Thank You!

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Very inspiring and I am not just saying this to be nice! Very positive! This introduction should be listed under "How to create an introduction"! Thank you!

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Thank you. I am glad that you liked it.

Great introduction mom! Not going to lie, I cried a bit proof reading this. Thank you for the thorough bio though, I am glad to have your life so well documented now.

Wow! Now that is a powerful intro!

It's great to see users bringing family members to Steemit. This is exactly what we need for the platform...and to have great writers is a plus! Thanks for sharing this and good luck to you. I have already followed you and can't wait to see what else you have to share with us.

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Thank you very much for the kind words of encouragement. Actually, I consider myself a novice at writing. It's my son Cody who thinks I have writing background. It has been limited, but now I have the time so why not go for it/!

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Well, novice or professional - it was a great post! And it's never too late to get started, so go for it! You're already making a good impression, as you can see from the comments.

(And make sure you listen to Cody more often. He clearly knows what he's talking about!)

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Hahaha, get out of here @ats-david! I would never claim to know what I am talking about. I am giving a solid effort in real life curation though, so far so good! My mom is a hell of a writer though, fact.

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I will agree with you about your mom's writing. Keep encouraging her!

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Encouragement is 90% IRL curation. The first draft of her bio was a paragraph, I sent an email back reminding her of all the things she lived through that I was aware of. It was interesting reading about things I didnt know about in her post, being her son and all.

Welcome on Steemit :-)

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Gosh, so happy to be here. Thank you.

Welcome and thanks for the huge effort with that post. My motto: read, write, learn, have fun and earn!

Hint: comment on people's posts and always reply to comments on your posts. This will help you to build relationships and a following. It takes time but if you enjoy it....wow!

@kus-knee (The Old Dog)

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Thanks Old Dog. Sounds like good advise. Newbie here.

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Your first post is doing great. I'm excited for you!

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Thank you so much! Me too! Exciting!

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Throw this post a bone man , great points .
I've grown to figure out those suggestions on my own , but they are true and priceless , it's the community that matters :)

Welcome to Steemit Jo Ann !! Excellent intro..

Very nice meeting you :)

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Thank you for the welcome and for taking the time to read my intro.

Welcome to the 3rd age club!

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Thank you, I think?

Welcome. Your pain is so palpable. This will be a great opportunity to receive feedback and to help others grow.

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Thank you. I am new at this but glad to be here.

Wow! That's how to write an intro! Welcome to Steemit...!

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Glad you approve and thanks for the welcome!

Welcome @mojojo. Wow, that is probably most extensive intro post ever. You should have no problem here whatsoever

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Thank you. I hope I didn't overdo it. I followed Cody's instruction. Actually, I think he wanted me to do it more for Family History to pass on. Not a bad idea.

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Well it is now recorded on the blockchain. In the future, just my opinion, I'd break this kind of post into at least 3 different posts. As time goes on, you'll see what I mean

Wow. That was an incredible intro. We are glad you are here :-)

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I am glad to be here. New and on a slight learning curve. Exciting!

Welcome to Steemit!! :)

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happy to be here and thank you!

what a great intro post.. welcome aboard.

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Thank you for the compliment and taking time to check it out. This is all new to me. Thankfully I have some guidance from my son, Cody. Glad to be here!

Fantastic first post. Wonderful. Welcome to the Steemit community I am certain you will fit right in. Genuine people are valuable on this platform as it should be in life.

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True words are spoken by you regarding folks being authentic. I agree. Glad to be here and thank you for the encouragement and taking the time to read my first post, ever!

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Check out @arthuradamson's blog, he has some posts you would like I think.

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True that , giving you a look and probably a follow afterwards. @ mojojo didn't know it was you first post ever.

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Welcome to steemit! Great intro post!

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Hey Lady! Thank you for reading it. It may have been a long one but I've been around for quite awhile and I've had many life experiences. That was the short version.

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It was beautiful!!

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Long version coming soon! ;)

I am glad to meet you! Welcome to Steemit!

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Glad to meet you, too! Glad to be here! Thank you!

Thumbs up on this introduction. It's great to have you on Steemit!

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Thank you so much. Happy to be here.

Hi Cody`s mum nice to meet you here on Steemit!

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Thank you. Nice to meet you, too. I am happy to be here!

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Ha, we should have made codysmom your username, jk.

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Thank you very much for the welcome.

Welcome to the familiy! Hope you will enjoy!

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Thank you. I am that sure I will!

Welcome to the Steemit community Jo Ann.

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So glad to be here. This is crazy fun! Thank you.

Welcome to Steemit, that's a great introduction post!! :)

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Thank you so much! I appreciate you reading it.

Great intro, welcome to Steemit! :))

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Thank you. I am glad to be part of this community. Very new adventure for me!

What a story... The first Steemit post to make me cry! Re-steemed and following your blog, looking forward to more :-) Thank you.

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Right?! Same here with the tears.

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Thanks again.

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Glad to see your first post made a good few dollars! Though if your future posts are as interesting you will do alright on here I reckon! All the best @mojojo :-)

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Thank you for the encouragement. I am not taking anything for granted, that's for sure! Wishing you all good things.

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Thank you from my heart!

@mojojo - I'm practically speechless. I know the pain of loss but not the loss of a child. My heart goes out to you and the many hurdles you have gone through. After reading your introduction I have a feeling you are an amazingly strong, open, and beautiful person. I look forward to reading more from you.

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Your words are so kind and compassionate and much appreciated. I sincerely thank you.

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Yes much amazement comes out of the post , and some very deep themes. Giving you a follow for your works :) @merej99

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Thank you. I am glad to be part of this amazing community!

Wow! I couldn't stop reading or even skip a word. What a story! Thanks for sharing and welcome to steemit. Can't wait to read more of your posts.

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I am so moved by you and this entire community. You guys are really blowing me away right now!

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You deserve it!

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Thank you so much! I am moved.

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Hope it gives you lots of knowledge in writing an stories in general, it's a truly one of a kind!

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Yeah. Can definitely learn a lot from it. Thank you.

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I think all of us have teach-able moments.

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I hope so, too. Thank you so much for the encouragement. I means so much to me that you liked what I finally was able to put into words!

Welcome to steemit.... enjoy the ride.

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I just buckled up! Thank you.

Welcome! Nice to see that Steemit is beginning to attract the chronologically disadvantaged. I'm 71 and a Vietnam vet and there is still little help with PTSD. I'm sorry to hear about your daughter. Opioids not only mask the symptoms of pneumonia, they beat your immune system into a state of virtual nonexistence. That may have been instrumental in what happened...it did to me. Glad you're here...upvoted and followed!

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I agree with everything you just said. You are educated and informed. Smart! Yes, you're right about a possible link between the pneumonia and the opioid use. I have thought about this often. Thank you very much for your nice welcome!

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Following and will dig deeper in your posts! Well said on the medication , it has its place but overuse and over dependence will always have diminishing returns and negative drawbacks.
I feel your loss , to a small extent i know how it feels @mojojo

And @richq11 I will see you later as I've said.

Hey thats really cool...really looking forward to reading your posts! I think I should get my mom on here... Welcome to Steemit!

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Your Mom may like that. Everyone has a Mom, right? And as most of us already know, the Moms can at times have something to say. Thank you for your your words and for your welcome!

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The debate is still out for recruiting family members to steemit, pros and cons. Really ends up depending on the individual. Since you thought about it though I would go with your hunch and help her get setup and write an intro. Maybe use my mothers as a template. Reply the link in this comment thread and I will upvote and resteem.

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Haha that is what I was thinking! I told my mom and dad just last weekend about Steemit... I think my dad is actually going to join. He loves creating short stories! :)

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yes you should.


hope u enjoy steemit! :)

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Thank you. I love the art!

@mojojo, this was such a beautiful life story filled with beauty and sadness. That's what life is, and I'm so glad you shared it with us!

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Thank you for reading my first time at doing something like this. My son, Cody spent three days encouraging me. He was relentless! Youare right. Life is all that!

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Hindsight may have been a bit too relentless, my apologies.

Great post, thanks for sharing.

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Hey Guy! Glad you liked it.

Welcome to Steemit! We're glad to have you here.

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Thank you so much and I'm glad to be here!

Awesome, welcome :)
I gave you a thumbs up and a follow :)

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Thank You! I think that I know what those two things are now and it's all good! Thanks to you again.

Wow, now this is an introduction! Welcome to SteemIt! :)

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Thank you. Glad to be here!

I'm honored to meet you, Jo.

Thank you for sharing your story with us all. I'm sure that the telling of your tale will have a positive impact on everyone who reads it, and for that I'm so appreciative.

I know it takes a lot of bravery to commit to words and share with the public such innermost feelings, but anyone reading it can't help but be inspired by you.

Welcome to steemit!

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:) well said , my words exactly! givin you a look , and following you !

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Thank you. That's very encouraging . Then it is well worth it if I can inspire someone or help another to call upon their inner strength. We all have inner strength at our core, but just not always aware that it's there until we need it. Thanks for believing!

I upvoted and give it a read later. Welcome on Steem!

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Thank you for the up vote. This is a new experience for me. I am excited! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your life to read my introduction.

Wow. Your life is amazing :) Welcome on board!

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I think that 'Everyone' has a story to tell. It took my son three days to convince me to put something into words. He said my grandchildren needed to know how my life evolved. I am glad that I finally listened to him. I am glad to be part of Steemit. Thank you for your reply.

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Yes I have t say the intro amazed me , the fact that you know your roots and who your parents were.
You've had a strong foundation I bet , and the family relations help a lot in the healthy growth of people.
I'm waiting to see how much you've inspired people , I sincerely hope more people can read stories like these so they can put their life in perspective and see what matters and what is timed and passes

This is one heck of an introduction. Wonderful post!

Welcome @mojojo and thks for your great intro. You are more than welcome in the Steem Community.

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Thank you for the welcome and the positive words.

This has got to be the most spectacular entrance I've ever read here.

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Thank you. I just am so grateful that you liked what I had to say.

Welcome to steemit Jo Anne!

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Thank you. Glad to be here!

Enjoyed your good introduction. Welcome! :D See you again!

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Thank you. Looking forward to it!

Welcome to steemit! This was a great read. I was especially moved by this ""Now God and I will always be with you". " I am sorry for your loss but am happy you will always have that to hold on to.

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Wow! Thank you. I just read that message in the necklace box about 90 minuted ago! I am also happy that she left that for me. Thank you for taking the time to read what was so hard for me to put into written words. I am glad to be here and to have this platform.

This is beautiful @mojojo. Looking forward for more please? Welcome to steemit :))

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This is enough for a week for me , personally I wouldn't handle reading posts like this every day , it's a lot t handle I'm still going down from the emotional high.

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Hahaha at your leisure please..

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Laughter is good for the soul. That made me laugh.

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THANK YOU.

Bienvenida a esta comunidad amiga!

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Thank you.

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Translation: Welcome to this friendly community!

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Thanks Cody. I just went on gut feeling and replied saying "Thank you." And I was sincere about my 'Thank You'

Welcome to Steemit. I hope you have fun here. Good luck

Hey mojojo, beautiful intro and welcome aboard. I'm trying to bring my parents across but no success yet.
I noticed in the paragraph about Roger, you mentioned the 1070's instead of the 1970's.
Fantastic post about an incredible life (so far).
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Thank you. Yes, my son said he would proof read for me, but something came up. There are a few typos in there. Those will be corrected very soon. After writing all of that, my eyes were not exactly in 'focus mode' well enough at that time for proof-reading. My apology. Thank you for taking the time to read it and for your encouragement. Good luck with getting your parents aboard.

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Yes that is my bad, will correct soon. I think we will also be updating some pictures.

Wonderful introduction. I love reading personal stories like this. Welcome to Steemit! :)

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Thank you. I am happy about your enjoyment of reading my introduction. Knowing that someone enjoyed reading something that I wrote is very fulfilling. Thanks again for the welcome. Glad to be aboard!

Welcome to Steemit !

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Thanks. Glad to be here!

Welcome to Steemit! I hope you will find the joy I found here!

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Thank you. I hope so, too. Glad that you found joy here! Thanks for the welcome!


Hi @mojojo, I just stopped back to let you know your post was one of my favourite reads yesterday and I included it in my Steemit Ramble. You can read what I wrote about your post here.

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Truly its worth the spot!

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Wanted to say "I have a cat that is pretty much identical to the SHADOWPUB photo".

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that's my 10 year old part Maine Coon cat called Dawn. She's proof there is a reason they call female cats 'queens'.

Welcome.
A very nicely thought out first post. One of the more comprehensive intro i've seen.

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Thank you for taking the time to read it. Thank you for the welcome, too. Glad to be here.

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You're welcome

Very very very nice introduction! Keep it up!

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Thank you so much!

This is a story to see and a post to behold , so many people have chipped in and so many comments have flourished . Thank you for the story and Welcome to the Steemit platform :)

It's a really emotional and gripping story. More like a movie to be precise , I'm a bit lost on words , nothing to add here.

Upvoted , Resteemed and Follwing ,
definitely the best post I've read on here
it has a heart , you have shared so much ,
Thank you for sharing your story and being so inspirational!
You got me to stop my promotion spree spend an hour reading , much like I would when I write my posts , so Thank You so much !

You are setting the bar higher and I hope more people can learn from your experience. You might not feel like a writer , but you told a great story , I'm going back to being speechless , since I might not stop with the praise!

Hope you have a great time and teach us more about life @mojojo! }|
Thank you @codydeeds for belssing us with this wonderful and inspirational person , I hope more people a inspired to life fully and love dearly :)!!!

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Thank you for the comment @j3dy, I can only take credit for introducing her to the platform.

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I need a lesson in computers now. Lol!

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Your words humble me with gratitude. Now I'm the one with a loss for words ( hoping that doesn't last, lol).

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I just read your comment again. I am thrilled by your words of encouragement! Thanks again.

What a beautiful story of LOVE and LIFE. Your daughter would be proud :) upvoted resteemed followed

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Thank you. Your words are heart-warming. My daughter taught me about love and life while she was here and then she taught me what is most important with her departure. I have an angel on my shoulder now.

Your post is amazing. Reading about you me beloved daughter, she seems a lot like you. A strong but comforting presence. One thing that struck me as not reassuring is that she had a physical and passed it right before her passing. Physicals to enter the military are very indepth and detailed. The doctor should have heard the infection in her lungs and the fluid starting to build up. That said, did you ever consider maybe she found out at the physical that she had an aggressive form of cancer? That she choose to spare her family the heartache of watching her pass slowly and opted to let God watch over her until passing. She was in her right mind, she didn't overdose herself to escape, she was treating her pain that comes at end of life. I hope I did not upset you or impede to much. I just personally feel she knew and was strong enough to give her family an awesome few weeks before her passing. Also, I feel like as a community surely we can try to raise a way for you to get to Hawaii to spread her ashes. You deserve to see the place she will be laid to rest and she deserves to be put to rest. It would be super awesome if we could work together as steemit members to honor women like you and your daughter.

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Your message is filled with COMPASSION. Thank You. My daughter had a cat scan done by a regular medical office a few month prior to enlisting into the Navy. That medical office told her that she had a renal cyst. She told me 'about a month before her passing' that she had a cyst. No details. Didn't say where. I was foolish. I thought a only tumor was serious, but a cyst was common. I wish now that I would have PRESSED more for details. She was really focused on the fact that the Navy had insurance. I am sure that was important to her, because of the recent info. she'd received about the cyst. After her passing, I found the cat scan report listing a renal cyst. The internet research that I did said that a biopsy is the only way to know if something like that is cancerous. The pathologist found it (4 cm) and tested it during the autopsy. That autopsy report is how I found out that it was the big C. Upon hearing of my daughters death, I thought she had committed suicide. I had to wait at-least six weeks for the truth. My conversation with the pathologist convinced me otherwise. I questioned, the expert answered. I listened, she was the expert, the scientist. I believe that the medication was instrumental in my daughters death. I do believe that she (or her soul) had a knowing of dying too soon, but I think. she thought it would happen in Afghanistan. I have so many defining moments, memories that are burned into my brain of those final weeks. One is about a discussion we were having about the addictive medication. I said to her "I am 60 yrs. old. I've lived my life. You've got your whole life ahead of you!" I swear the way that she looked at me, and I looked into her eyes, and I knew in my heart, with that LOOK, what she was saying back to me "That's what you think." Clear as day, like some sort of mental telepathy on my part. I'll never forget that. The Navy physical . . . . 2 weeks before. . . . I don't know? Pneumonia can come on fast. I know that the Navy gave her one year to do boot camp or they would come to get her! I've know in my heart for awhile now, that I will get her to Hawaii. No Doubt. That will happen. I've seen the location in my mind. Thank you for caring and for the compassion that are in your words and in your heart.

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I think people have a sense too when death is approaching. Like you said your mother daughter bond and the look in her eyes and you both knew. How very sorry I am for you to have lost her. To lose a child is hard but to lose an adult daughter is like losing your best friend and daughter all at once is how it was explained to me by a previous coworker. She said she found peace in knowing that God shares the light she brought to the world just long enough for it not to be extinguished by the worlds hellish flame. That in a way some people have a natural light that God protects from becoming engulfed by the devil and they have a special place in heaven and our hearts. Wishing you the very best.

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Thank you for all that you said. It is appreciated. Your co-worker is right on! I know that it's a tough topic. My intent was not to bring you or anyone down. If I did, please accept my apology. Keep smiling. Best Regards.

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You didn't bring me down. If anything I find you very inspiring!

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@kristy1 thank you for this wonderful message. In regards to donations and fund raising here on steemit it seems very difficult from my personal experience. The daily rewards are not high enough to get something like this funded in one post. It would have to be several most likely and they would all have to do very well. My mom is exceptional and might be able to accomplish this but not on her own. If you feel so inclined to organize this effort than by all means you have my blessing. I have recently tried to raise funds for a computer for my niece and failed miserably. Miracles do happen though, and crypto has a way of supprising us all as Dogecoin proved in the article below. Thanks!

http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2014/01/22/265060754/wow-dogecoin-other-donors-send-jamaican-bobsled-team-to-sochi

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I don't understand the whole concept of steem it yet but I will resteem your moms original post and try to come up with a way to get her and you to Hawaii to lay your sister to rest. Maybe a tribute of sorts to your sister and poems on how one would comprehend the journey they were her looking down into the world and the process of where my physical body belonged versus how my spiritual body and soul felt on the journeys embark. That said I think it would be better written from you mom or your view point as in how the family felt watching the journey of her coming to life again through artistic minds and abilities. But also feel a weird connection to her because it was like she tapped me on the forehead when I was commenting on your moms post. Like knock knock but I have never felt that feeling before from someone. I sometimes feel I can hear voices lost or thoughts unremembered but never someone tapping me on the forehead. Thoughts please? I don't have much steem or steem power but would be willing to donate half of what I have into a contest for the cause. Like who can create the best tribute story or poem to your sister.

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I think at @aprilangel would be the one best to comment on the forehead tapping.

My first thought was of your "third eye chakra".

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Interesting concept. The realm of nonwesternized medicine and cultures seems very surreal to me. That I grew up in a very rural southern state and fully embraced westernized culture and medical models until they sort of failed me. The brain is the last frontier and I feel America might be way behind other cultures and practices that have this more figured out.

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Is your picture a yoga pose? Have you ever looked at pictures amid catatonic schizophrenia patients in terms of what inner spiritual zones they may be trying to portray? Some patients get stuck in very strange complex movements for hours in end but I know their soul is still there maybe they are still trying to communicate?

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I tend to avoid the subject of schizophrenia personally. Mostly out of fear to be completely honest. I am a very logical person and that is a ream beyond reason or at least my version of reason. I do wish you the best in your efforts, using this platform to document your illness and progress is a positive step.

and you are also very pretty. your presence on steemit is encouraging, thus valuable!

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Thank you.

Wow, what a story. I was just talking with your son about his inversion machine :) And now it appears he and I have something in common, we both lost a sister far too young. My Kimmy died in a car accident just before her 18th birthday. She was a few years younger than me and my best friend. It has been many years now but I will always miss her. She was the middle child, my younger brother and I developed a special and close bond after losing her. He is magnificent and I am blessed with that. Thank you for sharing your story, I look forward to more! Following you now :)

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I am glad that you were able to relate but I am sorry for the circumstances. You never know that sometimes people have more in common than we know. This platforms helps us to know that. Thank you so much for reading I appreciate you words.

A contribute to a tribute is now up and posted you can find it @kristy1. You,@mojojo, have 10 steem deposited to your account to pass out to the winner(s) of your choice; furthermore, @codydeeds was given 5 steem to pass out to winner(s). Enjoy.

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Thank you Kristy1

Exceptional post. Thank you for being so open and sharing. It was a tear jerker for sure. I'm glad to have you on steemit, and am following you. I look forward to reading other things you may be interested in sharing.

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Thank you so much for the nice comment, for taking the time to read my post , and for responding.

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Thanks for reading my post. I am glad to be here.

You are a beautiful soul and writer. Wow. I'm at a loss for words. Thank you for sharing your story. Now I'm crying. My mom died 4/21/06 - we watched Steelers win Super Bowl from her LTAC bed in Pittsburgh. It's been 10.5 years and I'm still to angry at the healthcare system that I worked in) to put pen to paper to write a memoir. I guess I'm afraid I'll never stop crying once I revisit the 7 traumatic months of her hospitalization, during which most of it she had decision-making capacity even though she was on a vent. There were so many medical errors and ethics violations, thinking a bout it makes me want to throw up. I have to write about it to empower others to learn from my experiences and advocate for their loved ones in the hospital. Ugh, thank you. Thank you so much for sharing. It's so painful, but you wrote about it, you expressed it. I hope to follow in your footsteps soon (hopefully without drowning my electronic device with continuous tears). You're brave and admirable. Sending warm hugs and wishes for peace.

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Thank you for reading and for replying. Your response says some beautiful things. It is so hard and so frustrating at times, I know the feelings. It makes you feel so helpless and angry. Yes, the healthcare system can be good when it's good and bad when it's bad. I am so sorry for what you and your Mom went through.
Maybe your Mom is 'pulling some football strings' from above. Maybe revenge will be sweet. Maybe the Pittsburgh Steelers will make it to Super Bowl! They are looking good! I'm a fan!

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OMG! I love you ... will you be my mother? At 43, I still need my Mommy, lol. I am crying again, because you care and you understand. I also love the thought of my Mother as a guardian angel. This sounds ridiculous, but I went to throw away trash down the chute in my highrise apartment building. I opened the chute door and there was a little "gold" junky metal ring sitting on the bottom frame of the chute door. It apparently did not meet its destination in the trash bins on the 1st floor. I picked it up and it has little simple cat ears. My Mom and I shared a love of cats. I felt my mom's energy and could not help but think that she was reaching out to reassure me of her energy and guidance.

I have to write the book. To do so, I have to get over my fear of exposing myself to the multiple traumas, anger, and frustrations I had while trying to protect her human worth and dignity over those 7 long months. The book is not for me, it's for others who find themselves lost in the healthcare system and powerless to protect and advocate for their loved ones. It's also for healthcare professionals who suffer from moral distress and compassion fatigue, a result from system defficiencies.

Thank you for your reply back to me. I can feel a warm and wise spirit through your words. I'm inspired and I can do this. Thank you.

Scared about the Patriots game, but we will have to wait and see!

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I get those "I'M WITH YOU" moments often, so much so that I no longer dis-regard them as just coincidence. They are Signs, letting you know that you are cared for and are in good hands. They happen all the time. We just have to be 'aware' when they do. After my Mom passed, it took me 5 years to go through the funeral packet. In it was a heart . . . of wild flower seeds matted together . . . .in form of a heart. Attached instructions said to plant them in memory of your loved one and watch them bloom year after year.....Every-time it rains at my house, there is a perfect heart shaped puddle formed in my driveway! Others have commented upon seeing it .
My son created my Steemitt logo for me last week. We didn't discuss it beforehand. It is a heart. Clearly, the appearance of the necklace with the cat ears was a sign for you from your Mom. "You are not alone."

Hi @mojojo, you have lived a fascinating life and gone through some devastating times I hope writing about them helped. Looking forward to reading more of your work :)

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Thank you so much for your kind words. Yes, it did help. In fact, I was caught me somewhat off guard at how writing this today put things into a clearer perspective of some of the various events in my life. There has also been many, many good times, and much love. Thanks again.

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Glad it helped and your very welcome :)

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I'm sure you will keep us posted on your journeys , but whatever theme you find you will be loved as of now :)

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Thank you for the support and encouragement.