I was born in Indiana but we moved away when I was very little. I went back in 2004 to be a care giver for my Mom. My parents had moved back to Indiana from California when Dad retired. He always wanted a fixer up house and this house was a dream for him. When he died in 1999 Mom started a decline into depression. Part of my job was to keep her spirits up something that became easier with Pixie adopting the family. I also tried to help my Vietnam Vet brother Mike. The demons from the war finally got him in 2012. He had fallen and hit his head and was on the floor for three days before anyone found him.
Indiana has a lot of physical beauty. I have hundreds of photos that I took there. It also has some of the most ugly hatred I have ever experienced. Some of the things I heard there just stopped me cold because there are no words to answer such hatred.
I hope he doesn't get Financial help. He is a fag and should die from AIDS.
We were right in taking the Indians land. We needed it and they are nothing but a bunch of drunks.
The gays ruined the rainbow for everybody.
I know what I'm not eating, the pasta e fagioli. I'm not having anything to do with fags.
I went back for Dad's funeral. He was well loved but then Dad was a real character and people naturally loved him. When Mom died in 2010 all the cards were addressed to my brother even though I was her caregiver. When Mike died in 2012 I didn't receive a single sympathy card.
I am a caregiver again this time to my younger brother. We are fighting to get circulation back into his legs so the sores will heal. We don't know if we can save his foot.
We are hoping we can get him well enough to take some trips. I know he wanted to visit Dad's grave. Mom's ashes were buried on Dad's grave and Mike is buried next to Dad. Thanks to Governor Pence that is no longer possible.
Reid is gay. I can't take the risk that if we go to Indiana that people would not allow him to eat or sleep in their establishments. As a brittle diabetic he has to eat at regular times to keep his sugar levels where they need to be. He has to get more rest. I can't take the risk if he became ill that people would refuse to treat him.
My Dad and Mike are buried in the veteran's section of the cemetery. I would put a fresh silk flower arrangement on Dad's grave every Memorial Day. Now because of the hate and uncertainty caused by this ugly law I can't risk taking my younger brother there. I can't put flowers on their graves.