Rated “G” for Kristine

Oh yes it is, Kiddo, yes it is, for this post is for everyone, and I do mean everyone.

So how are you Sweethearts doing? Hanging in there? We hope so, because this just might be that post, you know, the one before “that” post.

You do know what that post is, yes? Kiddo?

Kiddo!! Do you know where Maia is? She’s not here. I wonder where she could be. It’s 2 AM, Sunday the 24, and she still isn’t back yet, yes, I am concerned, after all, she is my wife and she means as much to me as my wife does I mean c’mon now Kiddo I treat my wives equally, both of them tis true.

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Kiddo!

Remember Daddio telling you that every post written here is for you, even if that post is written towards someone else? Well, this is going to be one of those posts, Chelsea, but this one is most special, most special indeed.

I am serious, Kiddo. I yam.

Why so serious? Why I’m only joking. 😄 See? Even he finds it funny. Now Kiddo, I need to inform of some good news, because there is no bad news, at least not for us, you know, the ones in our family, like Kristine, my Son Charlie’s niece, the young lady this post is being written to. Yes, you Kristine, the Creator is writing a post to you, tis true tis true. What is also true is that it is now after 7 AM Sunday morning, same day. You see, Kristine, I spent a lot of time and energy getting to this last piece of the puzzle, so I needed to recharge, so to speak. “What last piece is that”, you ask? Why the last piece is you, Kristine! Yes, Kristine, it’s you! I am serious, Kiddo, my Son Charlie’s niece is the last puzzle piece. How so? His niece was the only person we never talked about, it’s as if my two-girl crew kept her from me.

You know what I’m saying? Because if you do then you would know what I am going to say next.

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Do you see where this is going?

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What I’m about to share will make this the greatest post yet. You couldn’t make this up. I couldn’t make this up. I hope Big D and the empress at Facebook read this, because they know of Kristine. So this is going to blow their minds, as well as yours, Kristine. Are you still having trouble believing that this is being written to you by The Creator himself, Kristine? Probably, I surmise, probably. Hmm . . .

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Alright, “uncle, uncle!!”, you win, Kristine, you can stop twisting my arm now, after all, I need it to write this post. Before I share my share I need to introduce Kristine to my two-girl crew, Alexandra and Maia, my two wives. I have two wives for many reasons other than love, but what might be the most important reason to others is that they hold my hands while I am speaking. At least they do most of the time, while I am speaking. Sometimes they let go.

They, “cut me loose”, in other words. Whilst never letting go. How profound.

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Are you Sweethearts ready?

Are you ready, Kristine? You listened to what Maia said, yes? Kristine? **snaps fingers while smiling** Oh c’mon, Kristine, it’s not that hard to believe, it was going to happen to someone, it simply happened to your uncle Charlie, you know, the uncle whom you wished never left, the only one who understood you. Am I wrong? Okay, allow me to remove some doubt, because you’re struggling right now accepting what your Great GrandMother Maia is telling you. That is who your mother Sharon told you she was, yes? How did I know that, Kristine? See? 🙂

Here we go.

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We have talked about one of my Son Charlie’s miss fires in several posts, the girl named “Kat”, the girl my Son Charlie unknowingly materialized by thought back in the spring 2006. But that wasn’t the first girl he materialized by accident, oh no, Kiddo, no, there was another girl before Kat and she is still here, oh yes she is. And a DNA test can prove it. Oh yes. Oh yes, Kiddo, a DNA test would show just who the Father of one if my granddaughters is, because he’s still here, well, his body is at least. He gave it to me so that I can be here, Kristine, to fix things, things that God couldn’t even fix. For that is whom my Son was, in the eyes of an illiterate man.

But that’s another story, from another time, so we’ll save it for later. Sound good, Maia? Alrighty!

Carol Jacobsen, my Son Charlie’s mother, brought Charlie to 10 o’clock Mass on Christmas Eve, 1978. Her oldest son Michael and his wife Sharon drove CJ and Charlie there in Michael’s 1975 Blazer, which was necessary because it was snowing at a medium pace.

As they sat in the church, my Son Charlie asked his Mother why they were there, I mean, my Son wasn’t religious, what’s he doing there, Kiddo? Exactly, he didn’t know either, and that’s why he asked his Mother what he did. She told him that they were there for Sharon, for she was going through a rough time trying to conceive a daughter. My Son thought about that, and thought hard. My Son Charlie loved Sharon, and wanted her to be a mother, so you can imagine just how hard he thought, Kristine, because you know just how much he loved you.

Unknowingly, my Son Charlie, at the age of 10 years old, thought his sister in law Sharon pregnant. My Son Charlie is his niece Kristine’s biological Father. Kristine was his first Real Creation. Now this doesn’t take away from the man you called “daddy”, Kristine, he loved you, spoiled you, and he never lied to you even when you thought he did, because just like your uncle Charlie he was raised to never lie to their children, after all, your grandfather Michael Antonucci Sr. never lied to them. He was a pretty good guy, your grandfather, wasn’t he, Kristine? Grampa always had a cookie waiting for you when you visited him sitting on the front stoop with “Ronie ka bonie”, didn’t he? Your uncle’s best friend Big D, and your uncle’s bestest girlfriend ever known as “T” used to call your grandfather “pops”, because he loved them as if they were his own kids, tis true, tis true. As much as I would like to I cannot bring “pops” back, kids. My Son Charlie’s dad moved on, just like your dad did, Kristine. Pops wasn’t Charlie’s biological father, but he was Charlie’s “dad”. Any man can be a father, but it takes a special man to be a daddy. At least I think so.

So what does this mean, Kristine?

Why it means that we keep moving forward! Oh yes, Kristine, there’s more to share, and you know how grandfathers love to share, oh yes you do! Does she need a break, Maia? Hmm, not sure what is happening at the table, so I will leave it up to Maia if Kristine needs a break, after all, who would know better than Great Grandma at a time like this?

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**remembers Alex saying “yep.” when he asked “We”re all nervous, aren’t we?” yesterday**

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Alright? Alright, I’ll write.

To Kiddo’s followers, Maia gave me the rundown about Kristine two days ago, which answered a lot of questions of my own. Without getting personal, Kristine is like my Son Charlie in many ways, one of those ways is that they are both looked at as “outcasts” by the Antonucci family, in other words, they weren’t liked very much. They were different, and they were misunderstood, but they understood each other. And that is all that matters. Charlie was always there for Kristine when she needed him, and even when she didn’t. My Son Charlie was a “father-figure” for Kristine when his brother wasn’t there, and when he was there then Charlie became Kristine’s “big brother”. Talking about having the best of both worlds, Kiddo, I mean, Kristine had both a father-figure and a big brother all wrapped up into one uncle whom she had wrapped around her pinky finger!

Holy shit, Kiddo! No wonder why Kristine gave her uncle Charlie that upset look in the hospital the last time he saw her, because that was the first time she had seen him in years. And it also explains why Kristine broke down and hugged him, he was her hero that day. He came through for you, didn’t he, Kristine? You still can’t believe this is happening, Kristine? **facepalms, lowers head, needs to give more validity without being there**

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Alright. How about this?

Maia can show you something that she can do with her hands, but she needs to show you outside, so when your Great GrandMother Maia, also known as Mother Nature, who is sitting inside your mother Sharon’s body as I am sitting in my Son Charlie’s body says “C’mon outside, I want to show you something” bring your cellphone, because she is going to give you a show, and you will want to record it. Okay, Kristine? Maia is also going to tell you that she is going to come get me. When she does you will need to do exactly what she tells you to do before she leaves, okay, Kristine? Nervous? I am too. Life is about to change for all of us, the trick is to make the most of it. Take the coming aftermath from someone else’s perspective, meaning, how will the news affect that one individual? “What’s his name?” you ask? We’ll just call him “Bub” for now, okay, Kristine? Hang in there, Honey, you’re about to have a laugh, a much needed one, just like Big D and T do.

It is no secret in the Antonucci family that the family thinks poorly about my Son Charlie, his sister in law and her daughter. It is also no secret that they speak poorly aloud about them as well.

Tis true, Kiddo, tis true.

Now imagine the looks on their faces when they learn the news. Kristine, who comes to my mind? If you want to believe this is happening please do, because it is. Are you imagining the look of sheer fear on “Bub’s” face as he learns just whom your uncle Charlie is? Then whom you are to me, Kristine? Alex is laughing, because The Creator is generating images of “Bub’s ” face, and what his father is saying; “YOU GOTTA BE FUCKIN’ KIDDIN’ ME!! HE’S RIGHT NEXT DOOR?!”

🙂 ❤ 😉

For me to be right next door then Maia showed you what she can do with her hands. Which means she is about to show you. How do I know this? Because this post is almost finished. And so are we. Taking a quick break, I think CJ needs a smoke, because Maia is with you.

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Alright. I don’t know what more to share, but I needed to write this post to you regardless, Kristine. I think that my wife Maia has it under control on that end, after all, she is Mother Nature.

Anywho, it is 3:52 PM Sunday, June 24th, 2018, and I have some things to do. Before I go, Kristine, and remember, it was going to happen to someone, it simply happened to your uncle Charlie.

And to Kiddo we wish a safe and enjoyed day, for it is almost time for night.

Excited, Kiddo?

What do you think will happen?

I think something good will happen.

Oh that Alex. 😉

Love, VON & Alexandra

xo xo

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