Reply ID: hc9p
Nov. 16, 2013: 7:45am:

Hi Terry, thanx for writing. I got 2 comments that you left for me. Anytime someone leaves comments for me, they are mailed to me and I'm given the chance to reply if I want to, and I think it's disrespectful not to reply. I do not know if I get every single that's left for me but I believe I get most of them if not all. First I'll start with my daughter, Krista. She is 16 now and in 2 days I will meet her therapist/social worker, Hannah, who is at my parents' house meeting my family today. Hannah assured me that Krista has a good social worker, through Children & Family Services, so that took some weight off of my shoulders. I still don't know much about the foster home she's in but it has to be better than Krista living with her mom. As long as she is safe and happy, I wouldn't care if she lived in Europe. (I dream of sending her to Italy.) As for my Justine, my birthday is Nov. 30. I will be 37 this year. I still remember my 19th birthday. Justine had a cake made for me and what was on the cake, her face. I loved it. She did things every single day just to make me smile. She was killed by a man who was trying to get in her pants. He drugged her, overdosed her and left her to die. And she did. All he had to do was dial 911. But he left her to die. I wasn't there to save her or protect her and that was my job. I used to walk around with the tough guy attitude, I was always very sweet, kind, generous, helpful, but I had a violent tough side to me as well. It was instilled in me from having a tough life. Being picked on because I was smaller than most people my age. I'm only 5'9" now. But because of my size, people thought that they could bully me, but I was a fighter, I always fought back. And Justine was only 5 feet tall, so tiny, she couldn't fight back. She had a strong will, she loved life, loved little dogs, and I talk about her often because this is my way of keeping her alive. I'm not ready to let go. If anyone is interested, you can go to the Facebook page my brother set up and see some photos of Justine. Just go to Facebook and use my name, Robert Pezzeca. I don't know if Krista has any type of relationship with her mother. It breaks my heart that she doesn't have a mom or dad with her. She's never had a "normal" family life. I didn't but we always want more, better, for our kids. I have to go soon. I love writing. All I write is either letters or on this blog but I enjoy it. But I have a very busy day. We have to set up the church for Catholic mass tonight. And I will be the one who carries the bishop's hat (I think it's called a miter, but I could be wrong) during the service. And since I have no idea what I'm doing, I have to learn, and I'm very nervous & excited to meet Hannah on Monday. It's cold outside but this is my only chance to go outside today so I can't skip yard. So I thank you, Terry, for writing. Take care, God bless and hold onto your kids, it just really sucks letting them go. Where are you from? I hope to meet people from all over the USA and other countries as I continue to write. You're a reader, what would you like to hear about? Any ideas, comments, suggestions? Let me know. Thanx. Keep readin' and writing, ciao.