Hello...I'm Ginger, Lyineyes' (Dede) little sister and she is and has always been my everything. I respect her and love her more than anything else I've ever known. She introduced me to my true love Donnie (Wanderlustguy) seven years ago, and didn't even didn't know it at the time. Back then I was sent away, by my cruel, evil JW Step-Monster who was insanely jealous of me for looking like my dead JW Mother, who she so conveniently replaced. (Being a young, pretty sister in need of spiritual guidance and all) by my father, Super Stud Deep Pockets Elder, who only needed Sister-in-Need with hot pants to make his life complete. I began looking to my older sister as everything in life to trust and depend on as early as I can remember. She put diapers on me and fed me and even spanked me when I needed it, cause Elder Studly deep pockets, was too busy to be there for his real family. So, my only "TRUTH", came from seeing my older (by three years) sister, take on all family household responsibilities, because no one else would at the time. We shared beatings, trying to learn how to cook food for one another, cleaning, all life’s necessities together because we had no one else. We depended solely on each other for love and comfort, food and support, fun and mental stability. Dede is my savior, if anyone is be called such a thing, she is totally deserving of such a title. She gave of herself so many times to make sure "baby-sister" was taken care of, that without her I would not be here today reading from others just like me or giving the thanks to the one who truly deserves it. My wonderful, big brown-eyed sister "lyingyeyes", without whom I wouldn't be here today. She sheltered me from so much hate, anger and pain. I still remember and have scars from family wars that I couldn't go to school from. I got a T.V. from one scar that cut across my ribs about the same time that "Indiana Jones" came out and my sister I had dish duty, I washed grease down the sink and got the beating of my life with a new "bull whip" momma bought, trying to be like the movie hero. I still have the scar on my right rib cage from my momma acting out her wild movie fantasies and I bled for hours. My Super Stud elder father didn't say two words to her for chastising me so hard over grease being poured down the sink in January, (like I knew it would harden like a damn candle) at only 7 years of age. I thought I was helping my big sister and instead got out of school for several days for the intense bruising. I kept quiet though, it got me out of school and a new 12" T.V. I felt I got the better of the deal, but I'm 35 now and still have the scar and don't know where that T.V. is to this day. After all the battles with our mother's health and almost losing her in '84, we lost her anyway in '85 either by her own hand or my fathers' influence. Either way my older sister and I had to identify our own mother's lifeless body, after they pulled it from the River. Not Super Stud elder, but his two daughters had this incredible burden to carry, because they were divorced and no one else cared to stand in as an adult who wanted to spare these children his life changing, soul crushing experience. Therefore another reason, I owe my life and sanity to my older sister, "lyineyes". She was there, stood beside me as we made all the arrangements and even put the right make up on our mother to be buried when not one of the "local congregation" acted like they knew us. No one attended, "due to the circumstances" of Sister Davis' s death, " Blah, Blah, Blah, no one I knew my whole damn life showed up to pay this poor woman respects, (after all my daddy's hundred of thousands of dollars went in to at least 8 kingdom halls I can name off hand), how could no one show up to her funeral? After all, brother Davis was still alive and so were his millions. Even though he cheated on our sick mother, who desperately needed all the help she could get and left us kids to sink or swim while he filled his needs with "sister with spiritual needs" We were left alone to fend for ourselves as usual. Only my sister and me to hold each other together. My sister knows how I feel about her, but yall don't, without her, I wouldn't be here. She held me when I cried, fed me when I was hungry and loved me when I was all alone and her only being 3 years older. She gave so much of herself, to me, all she had and for that I will always be eternally grateful and now I have my one true love, who loved me when I was nothing, still loves me because I make him feel something wonderful and hopeful, tells me my "Big" sister did something Damn Right! Thank you "Big Sister" you know how much I love you and need you in my life, we may not have momma and daddy anymore, but we have always had each other. I Love you and will always. A Savior is one who saves someone, simple saying I know, but it's true, you save me out of love and I will always love and look up to you for the rest of my life. I love you with all my heart, I know together we will lean on each other to mend the pain and erase the scars from our upbringing and past. We will have the love and life we deserve after so much suffering at the hands of those we were taught to be quiet and listen to. I only listen to you and my own heart now. You taught me that, I love and thank you for being such a gift to me.
I love you!
Regnig
