posted on May, 20 2011 @ 04:21 PM
Back in '98, I walked away from my family next of kin. After I left the service, I kept becoming increasingly sensory sensitive, and one day I
snapped and walked away into homelessness until 2003, when the VA treated and domeciled me. All that time, no one knew where I was or if I was dead
or alive. During that time, my dad died after a long horrible illness. For some reason, his innards punctured, and when he went into a hospital, he
contracted the staph there. Then died. Now,.....I live close to fam once again, no longer estranged, and see them often. Everyone has had the veil
of ignorance and oppression lifted. What a difference.