User:FRAGGLEROCK/sandbox/Huggins Side

We gather here today because humor, lightness, and fun have been completely removed from life everywhere i've been for a long time. Nanny Koogler, my great-grandma, is the oldest of the pack. Dead, but relevant, and a source of inspiration for my generation. Married to Charlie, the chain smoking fool with a wink to stop traffic. Grandma, Donna, and Grandpa, "Bud", Charles, Huggins are my grandparents, Donna living, Grandpa watching the skies. Needs my mouth, obviously. Dana, my mom, Mark, my uncle, Dara, my aunt, are all very special and important to me. Pre-Dana meeting Barry in Naples, is still someone I'd like to know. Chatty Cathy but I'd imagine quiet and goal driven. Goals keep that side of my family alive, also. Whether or not it is glossy and glassy and shiny. They are greasy, as was I, but not as glossy. And they were and are a huge part of why I stand up for myself and what hurts and what helps tremendously and I miss them. They are comfort because to me, they're real. They would understand why me, and people like me, need certain things to help up our game. They didn't always know what was going on but they're not blind and each have their own humaness to deal with. They fused heavy situations with the right kind of bullshit and brought their own cycles and stories to the table. And there were a lot of tables and still should be. I miss my fucking kitchen table. Mark was afraid to cuss in front of Grandma at the lake house and I hope he knows he should cuss as much as he wants. I hope Dara knows Mom is probably not as lame as she seems to be and just misses having her own goals to chase. To Dara, if art school was scary, I understand. If your goals are quiet or huge or non-labely at all, I hope you don't throw your platforms away. Grandma is a safe haven and a brilliant mind that didn't see much of a reason to push once she was done pushing. I understand that. Peace and peace alone is not the reality that side of the family knows. I know. And I hope one day I shake things up in just the right way so we're all content with the brisk wind that guides us. I feel, believe it or not, your side, pushing me to get what brought peace to my soul. It was a bit overworked. And underpayed. And still in need of the Huggins side. Versatile, cautious, full of selflessness, and me wanting them to look on the outside how they are to me on their insides, if they wanted. B has been a dicey letter lately for reasons I don't understand, but reaaaaal should look how it's dealt. Collier County already has a Wikipedia page. The Huggins side doesn't. And you guys are who brought and maintained tradition and values and acknowledgment of flaws and VICE and how they go hand in hand with being damn good people. They brought addiction into my life and filled my understanding of love in. Passion and drive. Desire. Can sure fucking move. Can sure fucking have different outlets and inlets and looks. My favorite. Life isn't perfect, it's been too hard, but your side showed me it can be a lot fucking better. So we show.