Death of J.D. Flanagan July 20, 1963-January 7, 2008 R.I.P.

As I'm sure you all know by now, my life sucks. Well, my life doesn't really suck, my luck sucks. I've had to deal with a lot in the last several years, and I thought 2008 would finally be a good year, but I was wrong.

I just got a call from my Grandma Betty letting me know my biological father, JD, passed away yesterday. He died in his sleep, cause unknown at this time. They will be doing an autopsy to find out for sure, but most likely the cause was a heart attack. I guess he had been having severe back pain for several days, and he laid down on the couch Sunday night to sleep. Sometime between 1am and 4am on Monday morning, he passed away, leaving behind my step-mom Cindy. He was 44 years old.

They live down in Georgia, and that is where the funeral and his burial site will be. Unfortunately, right now I'm not financially able to make the trip down. He never got to meet Giovanni. He just saw the pictures of Giovanni about a week ago, and thought he was a beautiful little boy, from what I was told. They were going to stop in to visit on their next trip up, probably this spring, as soon as the weather was a little better.

I'm not sure how much more I can take. I honestly feel like I've hit rock bottom, and now they are just throwing the dirt on top of me and burying me alive. I'm battered and beaten. I'm broken and bleeding. I'm suffocating in pain that seems to encompass my life.

He is now just like his favorite song, a Free bird.

Free Bird

If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now,
There's too many places I haven't seen
And if I stayed here with you, now
Things just wouldn't be the same
Well I'm as free as a bird now,
And a bird you can not change.
And a bird you can not change.
And a bird you can not change.
Lord knows I can't change

Bye, bye, its been a sweet love.
And though this feeling I can't change.
Please don't take it badly,
The Lord knows I'm to blame.
And, if I stayed here with you now
Things just wouldn't be the same.
For I'm as free as a bird now,
And this bird you'll never change.
And the bird you can not change.
And the bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can't change.
Lord help me, I can't change.





In loving Memory of John Davis Flanagan.
July 20, 1963 - January 7, 2008
May you rest in peace.