My mom (Debbie) use to tell me that I had three older step brothers and an step older sister. Anthony, David, and Michael....and Lydia. When Frisco passed away I was ten years old and my little brother Mario was only 5.
I remember being at my dads funeral wake. I remember kissing him and laying a single red rose on top of his unmoving chest. I remember sitting there waiting....as people came to pay their respects to my dad. I didnít want to leave ....I had hopes that his other children were going to show. I wanted to meet them so badly. Of course, that never happened. I went home to Grandma's and I remember her crying and hugging Aunt Liberty.
I'm certain we are speaking of the same person...our dad. Frisco. I hope that this email finds its way to you. I'll be waiting for a reply, I hope to hear from you.
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