Sunday, September 1, 2024

Boogie & the YoYoz!



Seeing as I've just restarted this blog, there's lots I have to say, so things are going to be a bit out of order.  I'll post as I remember things that have happened, or things I have done. 

Earlier this summer, I was introduced to a local band named Boogie & The Yo-Yoz.   Apparently, they've been around for 20 years.  I must have had my head in the sand, because I never heard of them!   I've seen them five times this year and plan on seeing them just as much next year!   

They play mostly 80's music (my favorite!), but also some country and 90's and current music.  They are so much fun to watch, as their show is incredibly energetic!  I've seen them at the Tiki Bar in Mosinee (2x), at Dorchester Days with Abby and Jessica, at Spencerama and at the Loyal Cornfest this year.   Abby was with me for Spencerama and Cornfest and Aaron's mother-in-law, Ann was with me for Cornfest as well.  My friend, Jessica, was also with us at Spencerama. The first time at the Tiki, I was there with Johnny and Annie and really didn't watch them too much.  The second time at the Tiki, just last night, I went by myself and had a great time!   I figured why not?  I had two choices:  stay home and drink alone, or go out and drink with a bunch of strangers and have fun!   The only problem last night was that the bar ran out of Seagram's 7!  The horror!   I had my last drink made with a rail brand called Kessler, and it was just nasty!  The bartender even laughed when I took a sip and told him how awful it was!  I must say, I wasn't completely disappointed when I ended up accidentally dropping it when it was still 1/4 full!  Ha, ha! 

I had a hard time at Spencerama when they began singing Total Eclipse of the Heart.  It just got to me.  One thing about grief -- you never know when it's going to punch you in the gut.  So, I was standing there next to Jessica, with Abby in front with some of her friends.  I suddenly had tears pouring down my face as I stood there listening.  Unbeknownst to me, Jessica saw and was surreptitiously kicking Abby to get her attention.  Abby turned around and was horrified to see me bawling.  She asked what was wrong.  All I could say was that I missed Greg and Aaron and couldn't stop bawling.  Abby and Jessica immediately hugged me and then got all her friends to hug me until the song was over.  When they sang the same song at Dorchester Days, I walked to the bar to get a drink, so I didn't have to listen to it.  When Ann and I were at Corn Fest with Abby (and a bunch of her friends), when they began to play that song, Abby got all her friends to rally around me and hug me!  We're talking like 10-15 friends of hers, including guys!  Every one of them holding onto me and holding me up.  The love I felt was truly incredible.  When they sang it last night at the Tiki, I went to the bar and got a drink so I didn't have to listen.  

I won't be able to see them again until next summer, but I'm already planning  it!  Just so you can see how good they are, here's a compilation of pictures and videos from their concerts.  Enjoy!  

Paige is their female lead singer and is married to the drummer, Kevin.  Lorenzo is the male lead singer (such a hottie!).  The two horn players are both music teachers, which explains why they can play so many instruments.  (I giggle when I think about what his students must think if they ever came to watch him!).  Dave is on bass guitar and is one of the founding members.  Eric is lead guitar and started the band 20 years ago.  On keyboards is Mike.  Every member of this band is simply incredible!  Yes, I'm hooked and appear to have turned into somewhat of a groupie!  Enjoy the compilation of pictures and videos. 

















Enjoy! 

Aaron's Eulogy

For anyone that wasn't able to attend Aaron's funeral, I thought I would post his Eulogy here.  Pastor Jim Hendrickson did an amazing job reading his eulogy and performing the rest of the service.   The Eulogy is rather long, but Aaron had an amazing life, even though it was cut short.  


AARON MIKLASZEWICZ EULOGY

Aaron was born on April 12, 1991 to Julie and Greg Miklaszewicz, the first of three children and the only boy.  He graduated from Abbotsford High School in 2009, met Rachel, the love of his life in 2012 and married her on October 7, 2019.  For 12 years, they were always by each other’s side, loving, laughing, teasing, growing and just trying to get through this thing called life together, like any other young couple. 

Aaron was a delightful and incredibly bright little boy.  He loved sports and played T-ball, baseball, soccer and football.  When he was 12 to 13 years old, he played baseball for the Sturtevant Reds where he earned the nickname A-Train.  It should come as no surprise that Aaron was one of their star pitchers, although he did manage to bean a batter in the head every once in a while!  It was always an accident though – or at least that’s what he told everyone! 

In May, 1994, Aaron met his first little sister, Erica.  He was totally enamored of her and loved to hold her and feed her her bottle.  He loved being a big brother!  Three years later, in August, 1997, he got to be a big brother again when Abby was born.  Once again, he loved holding her, giving her her bottle and just being a good big brother.  Some of the girls’ favorite memories of childhood with Aaron were playing air hockey and pool in the basement, especially at Christmas-time when their cousins would come over and play with them as well. 

When Aaron was in grade school, he would often sit on one of the stools in the kitchen while his mom was making dinner and tell her about his day.  Whether it was good or bad, Aaron always told her everything.  Aaron knew if he told his mom when he got in trouble at school that he would be in way less trouble at home if he fessed up to it before a teacher had a chance to call home – and he was right!  Those chats while making dinner are some of his mom’s most treasured memories. 

When Aaron’s parents bought a camper and began camping twice a year in Eagle River with their dear friends, Aaron couldn’t wait to get out on the water.  Many of the fishing photos on the picture boards when Aaron was young are from those happy times in Eagle River.  If he couldn’t go out on a boat with a motor, he took a boat with paddles.  If there wasn’t a boat with paddles available, he fished from the dock.  He didn’t care.  All he wanted to do was fish. 

When Aaron was in middle school in Racine, he was placed in honors classes.  The family moved “up north” near Abbotsford, WI when Aaron was to start 8th grade.  Unfortunately, the school did not offer honors classes at that time.  When Aaron was in 8th grade, the math teacher was explaining a new concept and asked if anyone knew how to solve the equation.  Aaron raised his hand and correctly explained how to solve it.  The shocked teacher asked him how he knew that.  Aaron’s response was “I learned that two years ago at my old school.”  Which of course caused the other kids in the class to start snickering.  Needless to say, that particular math teacher was not a fan of Aaron’s after that! 

For quite a few years, Aaron would spend a week with his Nana and Papa at a cottage they would rent in Chetek, WI and they’d spend the entire week fishing.  He looked forward to those trips so much and absolutely loved being out on the water with his Papa.  He also went deer hunting with his Papa, usually on public land, so the hunting was not easy and they rarely got a deer.  Aaron could have gone hunting with friends, but he wanted to spend time with his beloved Papa.  He knew that Papa’s time was limited and that he would have time to go hunting with his friends when Papa was no longer able to go.  After that, he would go to “Deer Camp” with Pat and other friends.  Once Aaron met Rachel, they often went deer hunting together with Rachel’s dad, Roger.

In high school, once again, Aaron excelled at anything he put his hand to, which was quite annoying to not only his friends, but also his sisters!  In his Freshman year, the assignment was to video a recreation of a battle.  They chose the Battle of Gettysburg. Aaron, Zach, Matt and Robby used fireworks as bombs.  At one point, Zach put one of the lit fireworks next to the propane tank as a pretend bomb.  In the video, you can hear Aaron’s Mom screaming “get that firework away from the propane tank!”  The boys used paintball guns as their weapons and during the video they had Abby swear saying “you son of a bitch!” as they were allowed one swear word in the video.  The entire class and teacher were just roaring at their video and how funny it was and earned them all an A for the project.  Unfortunately, to this day, no one can find the video but no one has ever forgotten it.

While in high school, Aaron would take Abby with him when he’d go shopping and would almost always give her a budget of around $25 to spend on whatever she wanted.  Aaron would also often drive Abby home after school and they would stop at McDonald’s.  Abby said Aaron always made her order for them because he thought people wouldn’t look twice at a little girl ordering four McDoubles.  He never wanted to ask for no pickles, so when he’d sit down to eat, he’d pick them off and Abby would eat them.  Rachel managed to finally convince him to just order his burger without pickles. 

When Aaron was a senior in high school, he told his parents he wanted to join the Army.  This was at a time when the middle east was still in major conflict.  He had his plan all set though.  He was going to give up his sign on bonus, which would defer him for two years.  While in college, he would join ROTC, which would defer him for a few more years.  He figured that the world would be a different place by that time and hopefully the wars will be over and he’d come out of college as a commissioned officer.  Knowing how much Aaron wanted to join, his parents consented.  No one was surprised that Aaron joined the Army.  One of the girls at daycare, Melissa, stated she was not surprised that Aaron joined the Army, because whenever they would go outside to play, Aaron always wanted to play “Army.”  His sisters also recall Aaron always wanting to play Army or War, and he’d always have an air soft gun and would shoot them as they were the enemy and had to run away.  The girls were not thrilled with that game! 

While in basic training, Aaron earned the nickname “Milkshake.”  That name was hilariously bestowed upon him by one of the drill sergeants who, when calling out his name, could not say Miklaszewicz and was sputtering over the name and finally blurted out “Milkshake” and that’s how Aaron became Milkshake to all his Army buddies. 

Aaron was in college at UW Stevens Point when his Unit was called up to go to Afghanistan.  Not surprisingly, Aaron gave up his deferment, saying simply “I can’t leave my buddies behind.”  And therein began ten months in Afghanistan.  Much to his mother’s horror, Aaron’s Military Occupational Specialty, or MOS was Combat Engineer.  That meant he was going to spend his time in Afghanistan searching for and blowing up Improvised Explosive Devices.  It was the job of the Combat Engineers to travel down the roads first and make them safe for the rest of the troops.  They always “led the way.”  Every one of Aaron’s Army buddies was every bit as crazy as Aaron, in that they all loved to blow things up.  During his time in the military, Aaron made lifelong friends, who meant the world to him.  Through some major life events, and some hard times, Aaron was always there with them.

 

One of Aaron’s Army buddies had this to say: 

When I came to the 428th, I was placed in 3rd platoon, where I met Aaron.  We were both 19, and not scared of anything.  He always worked hard, volunteering for tasks most people shied away from.  You could tell he was truly proud to be in the Army.  Aaron and I would swap staying at his apartment in Stevens Point, or staying at my hotel room in Wausau for drill.  If the nights got rowdy, we would stay in the hotels.  Our time training at Fort Leonard Wood was always a blast.

When we deployed, we were placed in the same squad.  We had a sergeant that was not a great leader, so we relied on each other to generate morale.  When we arrived overseas, we shared the same tent and we decided to take some “bad-ass” pictures of ourselves.  They are to this day some of the funniest photos I own.

Milkshake was generally quiet if you didn't know him, and very electric if you did.  He always kept a neat and tidy space, reflective of his personality, as he was always prepared and organized.  He loved music. My iconic Milkshake songs he loved are:  Flexin’ by the Shop Boys, The Show Goes On by Lupe Fiasco, Gangnam Style by PSY,  LMFAO, most comedy music like Lonely Island, and anything “POP goes Rock”. 

Aaron’s talent, dedication, and focus shined in everything that interested him.  He loved gaming, and outmatched everyone who played against him.  When we gamed overseas and had the systems linked between the tents, everyone knew that Milkshake was the top player, and would talk about it at the after-match cigarette in the bunker.

Aaron was fierce and prepared to face anything the war threw at him, yet his heart was gentle and calm.  On Halloween, Aaron and I dressed up as an elephant and Saddam Hussein and trick-or-treated the “Explosive Ordnance Disposal” tent.  We received one 9mm round each from their Captain.  During Christmas, Aaron and I made a cookie Christmas tree kit that came from a care package.  Some nights we would gather around a bench in a smoking area and smoke shisha tobacco out of the hookah while drinking NA beers and laughing.  When we had some downtime, ping pong was played to pass the time.  Aaron again was a top competitor. 

After we got back from deployment, Aaron started to really get into fishing.  He took me out a couple of times on his boat, and tried teaching me how to use a bait caster rod.  Though I never got the hang of it, we would laugh, smoke cigarettes and enjoy a few beers as he would set another hook and bring in another largemouth.  I painted his portrait in my art class, a 4ft by 6ft oil on canvas piece.  I painted him because he was one of my closest friends in the army and he was more than deserving of it.  I later helped create the current logo for his YouTube fishing channel, and was truly excited to work with Aaron in helping make his dream a reality. 

Last year I put together an army cookout so the guys from the unit could come together again after years of separation.  Only 6 people showed up.  Aaron arrived after his work shift was done, showing his relentless compassion towards his comrades.

Some memories I can't discuss, some are just too personal.  I can say for those memories that I am lucky to have shared with the men I served directly with.

 

 

While Aaron was in Afghanistan, his mind was never far from fishing.  One day, he messaged his mom and asked what she was doing.  She told him that they were in Milwaukee for his great-uncle’s funeral.  Aaron’s response was “Hmmmmmmmmm.”  He then asked when they were leaving and what route they were going home because he had found a boat on Craig’s List that he wanted to buy.  We couldn’t believe he was in Afghanistan, looking for a boat in Wisconsin!  The reason for the “Hmmmmmmmm” response to his mom was that Aaron knew that the family would have taken his mom’s truck and that she would be able to tow anything he could possibly want to buy!  So, the family drove to Madison on the way home and ended up towing home his Nitro, Aaron’s first boat. 

Aaron was so excited about that boat!  He sent a long message to his mom telling her exactly where to stand for each picture he wanted, which was at least 25!  A few weeks later, Aaron’s mom found a truck for Aaron so he could safely tow his first boat.  When Aaron returned from Afghanistan, the very first thing he did was inspect that boat from bow to stern and top to bottom.  Aaron took that boat out fishing within a day of returning home.  Abby went with Aaron on that first fishing trip and remembers how Aaron couldn’t get it to start.  Aaron thought he knew how to choke it, but obviously did not.  Aaron and Abby took it to a local boat shop on Lake DuBay and they showed him how to do it.  All Aaron had to do was push the key in and then turn.  Abby thought this was very funny because Aaron always knew just about everything.  Aaron kept that Nitro until it was on its last legs and loved every minute with it.  He would park it at his Nana’s house, not far from Steven’s Point and was able to hitch up and leave before anyone even knew he had been there.  In 2017, he bought a Crestliner that kept him busy until he bought his beloved Skeeter in 2021.

Aaron returned to UW Stevens Point after Afghanistan, which is where he met Rachel, who would eventually become his wife.  While Aaron was in Stevens Point, he began working for Shopko.  His boss loved to tell the story of how Aaron began his career there.  Aaron was hired by “Big John” for one single day.  Black Friday.  He was hired to be a “cart boy.”  All he had to do was gather carts from the parking lot and bring them into the store.  All day long, that’s what he did.  But, Aaron, being Aaron, did so much more.  He helped shoppers, would help load their purchases, and look for additional things he could help with.  The store was never empty of carts for shoppers.  He so impressed his boss that for the first time in the history of Shopko, the “cart boy” was hired and thus began his career at Shopko.  He worked his way up to store manager and worked for Shopko until they closed their doors for good and he transitioned to the Farm and Automotive Manager at Fleet Farm in Green Bay.

While at UW- Stevens Point, Rachel and Aaron met through some mutual friends.  They started out as friends, but after only a few months, they knew their relationship was something special.  One of their first official dates was spent fishing from shore on the Wisconsin River.  Many late nights were spent catfishing by the DuBay Dam with Rachel, Pat, Zach and Robby.  Aaron and Robby would often drive around Stevens Point in Aaron’s truck to go fishing and Aaron would have the music so loud it was insane.  Just like his dad!

There was never a lack of things to do or friends to spend time with, and Aaron and Rachel frequently reflected on how much they missed some of those college days.  Whether it was date night, spending time along the river, or hanging out with friends, Aaron and Rachel spent a lot of time together.  Even the quiet days, spent together at their apartment were filled with laughter and fun.  They made each other so happy and their personalities fit together so well, anyone who saw them together knew this relationship was meant to be. 

As they approached Rachel’s graduation date, they knew it was time to talk about next steps and it was easily decided this was forever and were engaged in 2016.  When job opportunities arose, they said they would support each other and continue to grow together.  It worked out that they both had job opportunities that brought them to the Green Bay area, much to Aaron’s excitement, as he had new water to explore for fishing.

In 2018, shortly after their wedding, Aaron and Rachel bought their home in Oconto and settled into married life.  They were there for each other through it all—stressful days, new jobs, fun things like adding a puppy or new boat to the family.  While 12 years does not seem like enough time, the time they did have together was filled with much love and joy.

Aaron started a YouTube Channel named Aaron Mik Fishing.  He began making short videos in the fall of 2020 with nothing more than his phone and a mount for the windshield of his boat.  That passion grew to a much larger scale system, with a GoPro and a desktop computer, to make editing easier.  Aaron was self-taught on the editing program and was getting better and better with every video.  He enjoyed working on the videos and would often get started right after he got in from fishing that day.  He would say “I’m off to work!” and head downstairs to edit, but it often did not feel like another job.

Aaron’s videos always started and ended with the tagline “No Trolling Allowed” which was a bit of a double entendre as it was meant for others not to troll him on-line but also revealed the fact that he didn’t like to troll when fishing.  He had over 100 YouTube videos and shorts and over 2,500 followers.  He was an up and coming YouTube sensation and was closely followed by the fishing community.  His videos were not only informative, but also comical, which is what made them so great to watch.  You could see his love of fishing in his eyes and in his laugh whenever he hooked a walleye.  He often said that he would never tire of catching walleyes and just wanted to “bend the rod and catch whatever bites.”  He made it look so easy.  Not only did Aaron have his own YouTube channel, but he participated in podcasts put on by other fishermen around the country, together with videos for Fleet Farm and interviews with other YouTube fishermen. 

The comments from Aaron’s last YouTube video are indicative of how loved he truly was. 

Aaron was the absolute best, I never passed up a chance to watch his fishing videos. I always got a big laugh outta him joking around. Fishing is supposed to be fun not a job, and he made it fun. Dog gone it, Who is going to fill those shoes. I'm already missing the dude. Rest in Peace.

It was a pleasure serving this country with you.  I will miss our weekly conversations at Fleet Farm of fishing stories and you giving me crap about how much time and money I would spend in there! LOL You will be missed Milkshake more than you know my friend. Rest In Peace brother.

Rest in peace my dude. Many hours spent watching your videos. I feel like I lost a fishing buddy. Tight lines up there.

You are going to be missed Aaron! You were one of a kind. Now you can catch a few fish with your dad. Rest in peace.

Aaron’s almost constant side-kick on the water was his father-in-law, Roger.  Aaron always gave credit where credit was due, and when Roger out-fished him in the Duck Creek Walleye Series Tournament #3 on August 5, 2023, one of Aaron’s followers called him “Roger the Hammer.  Aaron jokingly confirmed he definitely was not “Roger the Dodger” and he was forever known in Aaron’s videos as Roger the Hammer and didn’t seem to mind when Aaron took full advantage of mishaps, like a lure hitting Roger in the head.

In preparation for the tournaments, Aaron and Roger would practice where they were going to fish for days beforehand, scoping out where the fish were depending on the weather.  That way, they had a head’s up on where the fish may be hiding if it was windy, calm, warm or cold.  Their first tournament together in 2023, they came in 17th place.  They managed to improve that just a little bit, by winning the second tournament, and coming in fifth place in the third and final tournament of the year.

Like most fishermen, Aaron was a bit superstitious.  As Aaron and Roger both loved peanut butter, Aaron’s mother-in-law Ann made some Scotcharoos for them to take fishing.  Apparently, they were good luck, as Aaron started calling them “fishbait” and they were then a requirement for every tournament.  So, while Aaron and Roger were out “practice” fishing, Ann was busy making Scotcharoos for them to take to the tournament. 

Aaron thoroughly enjoyed technology and used it to his fullest advantage when it came to fishing.  While his videos spent a lot of time showcasing his catching walleyes, he also took the time to teach how he was fishing, where he was fishing, what technology he was using and how to use that technology.  Many other anglers watched his videos just to learn about all the technology available, as it seemed that Aaron had all of it.

Aaron also enjoyed catching Sheephead.  There seemed to be some conflicting stories as to whether they were good to eat or not, so Aaron, in typical Aaron fashion, made a YouTube video of him catching a nice size eater, fileted it, battered some and breaded some, deep fried it and compared it to a walleye he also deep fried.  Upon tasting, he said it was just like alligator and was nice and soft and actually pretty good. 

Aaron’s last boat, his Skeeter was his dream boat and was purchased in March, 2021.  It was a 20-1/2 footer and was simply everything he wanted.  He said “I fish by myself a lot and it’s perfect.”  He often said he’d rather spend gas on the boat than on the truck.  This boat allowed him to spend many more days on the water, as it could handle most of what Green Bay could throw at it.

 Aaron thoroughly enjoyed being an Uncle when his first nephew and Godchild, Dean was born in 2022.  Dean was able to take his first boat ride with Uncle Aaron last summer.  Aaron was so concerned about taking him on the boat and the second he saw Erica, Robby and Dean coming, he kept saying “he has to have a life jacket on.”  “Does he have a life jacket?  He can’t get on the boat without one.”  After the boat ride, as they were docking,  Dean started crying.  Uncle Aaron told him that if he didn’t stop crying, he’d throw him in the lake.  And Uncle Aaron did just that!  And by throw, we mean he walked back to the boat launch and held Dean while putting his bare feet in the water.  Dean was so exhausted, he proceeded to fall asleep while Aaron was holding him! 

Aaron loved taking friends and family out on Green Bay fishing.  In the spring of 2021, he took his mom and dad out for the first time.  Of course, Aaron was the first to get a fish on, and quickly handed his rod over to his mom to reel it in.  Turns out it wasn’t a walleye, but a big ole catfish!  He even made her hold it properly so he could take a picture of her with it, much to her chagrin.  What fun that was!  Abby always made a point to go fishing with Aaron in the springtime, just to try and get on the wall of fame.  Abby was always freezing cold when she went, and even had to borrow Ann’s boots because her feet would get so cold.  Abby never did get on that wall because she was frozen before the fishing even began, but she always stayed on the boat just to watch Aaron fish and spend time with him. 

Abby recalls Aaron would always be watching either fishing videos, cooking videos on how to smoke or cook food on the Traeger, or Fail Army, where it’s just a bunch of random people making major fails.  That was always fun to watch with him. 

One of Aaron’s friends’ stated that Aaron was one of the best humans he’s ever known.  He said I'm honored to have known him and will never forget him. He always treated everyone like a brother. 

He was a master at everything he did.  We'd play Runescape for hours together in school and he was a master at that.  In one class we participated in a simulated stock exchange and Aaron was able to turn his investment into a crazy amount of money. 

 One of his co-workers’ stated that Aaron was by far the best manager I've ever had.  He was kind, but firm.  He was respected, and also respectful.  He was a great soul, with good taste in music, and quirky weird trivia knowledge.  He made people feel safe, and heard.

Aaron was a wonderful boy, who grew into a wonderful man.  He was never afraid to say “I love you” to his mom on the phone, whether he was at work or at home.  If he loved you, he loved you with all his heart.  He was kind, thoughtful and caring and made everyone feel welcome.  He was always willing to jump in and help, whether it was a friend or co-worker.  He was a loving son, husband, brother, uncle and friend.  There is not a person who met Aaron that didn’t like him, even if they only met him through his YouTube videos.  Aaron was the kind of man that others aspired to be.

Aaron was a beautiful, bright light, shining in a world full of darkness and will forever be missed and remembered that way. 



I'm back!

I stopped writing in my blog almost three years ago for only one reason.  I didn't want my scum sucking sisters (hereinafter SSS, followed by the first initial of their first name, just to differentiate) to know what was happening in my life.  Recent events have made me realize that I don't give a flying fig whether they know or not.   As anyone who knows me already knows, my husband passed away on October 26, 2021.  Unfortunately, tragedy struck our family on March 19, 2024, when my son, Aaron, passed away from a medical incident at the age of 32.  

I hadn't talked to either of the SSS in years.  I have not communicated with either of them in any fashion for years.  I want nothing to do with either of them.  Apparently, the death of my son triggered something in the SSS-M, as the night of Aaron's visitation, she sent me a nasty email around midnight (it was a Friday night).  She works second shift, so that tells me that she was good and drunk by the time she sent the email.  I was appalled when I woke up the morning of my son's funeral to see that nasty email.  

I ignored the email, as I had more important things on my mind, and I wasn't about to let the SSS-M have any time in my head.   Four months later, again on a Friday night around midnight (read:  good and drunk again), I receive not one, but TWO nasty emails from her.  Of course, they are full of lies she has made up over the last 20 years and has repeated to herself so often and for so long that she now believes them to be true.  Oh, and they're full of new lies, too as she has no idea what life is like for me and just assumes whatever she wants to assume to make herself feel better.  

She has accused me of stealing so many times, it's laughable.  Apparently, I stole from the church we belonged to, but won't tell me how I managed that and apparently, I stole Greg's family's inheritance when his mom and dad died, but again won't tell me how I did that.  When Greg's company had a fundraiser for him when he was going through his bone marrow transplant, we had talked about putting in a pool for the kids.  How dare we even think about giving our children something to make their lives a little better, considering their father had been sick all their lives.  According to the SSS-M, that was "thievery" and how dare we even think about a pool for the children.  

This is a person who for many years, I thought was my best friend.  Many times, in her nasty emails, she has brought up the fact that when I was 19, I went to counseling, in part, because of the nasty things she said to me when we were growing up.  Since when is taking care of my mental health a bad thing?  Not only that, but I confided in her one time that when I was 9 years old and we went to the Grand Canyon, I seriously considered suicide, by throwing myself over the edge.  She actually told me that I "should have finished the job."  THAT is the kind of evil that is the SSS-M.   She brought this up again in her latest email.  This was FIFTY YEARS AGO!  Seriously.  I'm 59 years old now.  And she seems to think she has some sort of upper hand by constantly bringing that up.  Fortunately for me, I took care of my mental health.  She can't hurt me.  She's just evil (and usually drunk).  

She makes up lies in an effort to make herself feel better about whatever pathetic, drunken life she has going on with a husband that she hates (at least she hated him the last time my brother talked to her 15 years ago, but I wouldn't dream to presume.)  What's really funny is that her youngest son has spent time in prison and was busted because he was caught stealing from the neighbor's garage!  About 14 years ago, this same son also stole two rings worth at least $3,000 from my mother's purse, presumably to buy drugs (he was a heroin addict), when she was staying at the SSS-M's house for a visit.  And, even better, her husband lost the only full-time job he ever had at the only company he ever worked for because he was -- get this -- stealing pallets!!!!  He worked for that company for probably over 30 years and was fired for stealing pallets!  But yet she calls me a thief and refuses to explain how I stole anything.  

Finally, the sick demented SSS-M told me that the deaths of my husband and son were because I am such an evil person and I got what I deserved.  That right there proves how evil and disgusting she has become.  

I don't know why she is suddenly sending me these horrifying emails.  I have completely ignored her, and given her no reason to contact me, but apparently, she has "Julie Derangement Syndrome" and can't get me out of her head.  She doesn't seem to understand that in order for her words to have absolutely any effect on me, I have to actually care about what she has to say. 

For anyone that's wondering about the SSS-L, she completely ignored Greg and Aaron's deaths.  Her daughter ignored them as well.  Her son, however, actually defied his mother's edict (to have nothing to do with us), and sent flowers to Aaron's funeral. 

Writing is cathartic for me, and that's why I want to get this blog going again, the SSS be damned!  The name remains the same, because you still never know what's going to happen here.  Some good, some bad, some horrifyingly awful, but I am still here, fighting for each and every breath I take.  There is not a day that goes by that I don't cry for my amazing son, but I am not able to alter God's plan.  I don't know why He chose to take Aaron from us at such a young age, and I never will.  I am learning to live with it, but it will never be easy and life will never be the same.  As stated in his eulogy, Aaron was a light in a very dark world.