During childhood both my Grandparents were orphaned but they met when she was 12 and he was 16. My Grandma’s Mom while a widow fornicated to support her kids. After my Great Grandmother passed my Grandmother was sent to live with her Pentecostal Christian Auntie, briefly.
Grandma’s name before marriage was Wilma Ann Vale
Grandpa went to the army to became a military officer of police, and with his gi bill he bought a two bedroom street a few doors down from a Pentecostal Christian church where they wed and raised Walt, Bruce, and the youngest, my Mom Debra. Growing up her kids clowned, roasted, comedy skits about the Holy Rollers that worshipped at that church.
She had become Wilma Stahl.
She retired from management in housekeeping at Saint Mary’s college and convent.
Debra got pregnant with me out of wedlock in her first marriage and it was both an annual in the church and divorced in the court.
September 17 I was born named Michele Marie O’Donnell.
My Aunt Norma, was Debra’s first husband’s sister who introduced Debra to her husband of decades, my stepdad, J.T. Miller.
My son was born named Kenneth Maurice Hill the second, but at 11 months the judge in a court room changed my son’s name to
Kenneth Maurice Miller.
As a teenager Debra babysat for her next door neighbor who died, both her brother’s first Bruce then Walt died.
Walt’s second wife and true love, Beacky died in her sleep on Cinco De Mayo.
As a kid Beacky’s daughter babysat me and later I babysat her kids. I miss her.
My Grandmother, and Grandfather, Howard Sherman Stahl we’re married over fifty years, had both developed the growing pains of elderly people including both Alzheimer’s and Dementia yet a few months after she died, my Grandfather died.

I burned the candle for around a week until I got a strong sign that the spell was complete.
A thought crossed my mind like a question,
“Are you ready for your Dad to die?”
He has cancer.
I said no.
Later that day I was informed that my Mom had asked him if he’s ready to die, and he also said no.
