Hey Rob, so sorry to hear about your recent string of bad luck. I can't believe you got put in the hole. I don't remember you having that happen before, but I could be wrong. Was it just because of the visiting requests involving your Mom? Wow, that seems so heartless. I can't imagine what it's like to lose 2 brothers within a month. No matter how strained the relationships, family is family.I was a little confused when you said they were the last of your father's line. I tried to find if you had a Facebook site, and stumbled upon another Pezzeca, who talked about losing a brother, and possibly losing his mother and father soon. It sounded so much like your situation, but he never mentioned you or any other brothers, so I didn't know if he was related to you or not. I hope the situation at the prison improves. I won't give you any pep-talk cliches about things improving, but really, things DO go in cycles...down, then up. All the best, my friend.
I agree with you on the basis of a friendship. Trust and respect are important in any kind of relationship. If you don't trust your friends, family, co-workers, boss, then you don't have respect for them. If I don't trust someone to be honest with me, I usually just avoid getting in too deep with them.
Hello! How are you? Thank you for replying! I plan on writing you the old fashion way but I thought I should just leave a reply since it might get to you faster. I will tell you anything you really want to know, I am not a person who is interesting enough to hold secrets and my life can be pretty vanilla most of the time. I'm 31, unmarried, no kids. I actually stay with my parents now after moving back from Milwaukee, where I lived for 10 years while I attended college. I do hair for a living and am quite passionate about my work. I have always wanted an artistic outlet but was never good at drawing or painting so the art of hairdressing and makeup artistry has become my niche. I actually don't dread going to work at all. I love connecting with people all day but I am somewhat of an introvert so I need to come home and be alone as well. People take a lot of energy from me... even if it's good, it's still draining. Anyways, that's just what I do and my current situation.
Internally i may be someone very simple or quite complex. I think I am someone who takes the worlds problems and make them my own. I am often left hopeless about mankind and that people are so hate-filled, it makes me sick. I am a very open-minded person and my first instinct is to empathize with others. This may be both a strength and a weakness. I tend to see the good in everyone and like to know people's stories because I can understand why someone might act out in certain ways. I'm also pragmatic and logical, but at the end of the day, sensitive and emotional might take over. I recently went to California for my maternal grandmother's funeral and i was so afraid to just let loose and cry and fought back so hard. I have never been to a funeral for someone close before and i didn't know what to expect. I just knew it was going to be hard. Little did I know that there is so much politics behind any Hmong tradition or event. My grandma was a shaman but she was also unmarried and she had all daughters and one step son. Even though her daughters are her flesh and blood, the step son had the say in everything, even if he did not love her. I was always taught to respect elders but I never knew that behind all the formalities, adults don't really like one another. Well, anyway, i also had a hard time trying to comfort my mother. My family is your typical Asian family. Very little emotion and a lot of discipline. My parents don't ever say things like, "I love you" and we never hug or show affection... so it's hard for me to comfort others since I'm so "emotionless" is what they call me at work. So when my grandma passed, I was at work and I pondered the ways in which I would go home to see my mom. I wasn't sure what to do that would help but when I got home, my mom was in bed crying and I just went in there and laid with her and cried with her. This is when she told me a story about how much she loved her mom. She was 8-10 years old in Laos.
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I can't imagine what it's like to lose 2 brothers within a month. No matter how strained the relationships, family is family.I was a little confused when you said they were the last of your father's line. I tried to find if you had a Facebook site, and stumbled upon another Pezzeca, who talked about losing a brother, and possibly losing his mother and father soon. It sounded so much like your situation, but he never mentioned you or any other brothers, so I didn't know if he was related to you or not.
I hope the situation at the prison improves. I won't give you any pep-talk cliches about things improving, but really, things DO go in cycles...down, then up.
All the best, my friend.
Bill
Internally i may be someone very simple or quite complex. I think I am someone who takes the worlds problems and make them my own. I am often left hopeless about mankind and that people are so hate-filled, it makes me sick. I am a very open-minded person and my first instinct is to empathize with others. This may be both a strength and a weakness. I tend to see the good in everyone and like to know people's stories because I can understand why someone might act out in certain ways. I'm also pragmatic and logical, but at the end of the day, sensitive and emotional might take over. I recently went to California for my maternal grandmother's funeral and i was so afraid to just let loose and cry and fought back so hard. I have never been to a funeral for someone close before and i didn't know what to expect. I just knew it was going to be hard. Little did I know that there is so much politics behind any Hmong tradition or event. My grandma was a shaman but she was also unmarried and she had all daughters and one step son. Even though her daughters are her flesh and blood, the step son had the say in everything, even if he did not love her. I was always taught to respect elders but I never knew that behind all the formalities, adults don't really like one another. Well, anyway, i also had a hard time trying to comfort my mother. My family is your typical Asian family. Very little emotion and a lot of discipline. My parents don't ever say things like, "I love you" and we never hug or show affection... so it's hard for me to comfort others since I'm so "emotionless" is what they call me at work. So when my grandma passed, I was at work and I pondered the ways in which I would go home to see my mom. I wasn't sure what to do that would help but when I got home, my mom was in bed crying and I just went in there and laid with her and cried with her. This is when she told me a story about how much she loved her mom. She was 8-10 years old in Laos.
Too bad you never hear from Pam.... What is going on with her!....
By the way, Kelly are you still writing with Martine?
I wish you the best! xxx Rita
Ps. George thanked you for your kind words.:))