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Epilogue

Jimmy had also sexually abused other family members. His
own adopted son, Shawn, was also given drugs and alcohol
by his dad and his Satanist ‘friends’. God only knows who
else may have suffered because of my brother’s deviant
behavior and crazed mind. I shudder to think.
I know that I should perhaps hate Jimmy to this day, but
I don’t. I only have sympathy for his utterly tortured soul. I
have tried to find answers. Who abused him? Where did he
learn this kind of behavior? Why was he never protected?
What made him want to worship Satan and not God? So
many unanswered questions.
I have learned that forgiveness and mercy keep me free
from bondage. Although I will never forget what Jimmy
stole from me, I do not hate my brother. I continue to learn
that healing and wholeness only ever come by surrendering
to LOVE. I do my best to practice it daily. It is the only
cure. And I know that God loves all his unusual children.

Frankie: Frankie was an enterprising kid. He was the
wheeler dealer of our family, buying and selling cars before
he was barely old enough to drive one. He was a competitive
public speaker, often opposing his older brother, Jimmy.
They were both good talkers.
After Mom passed away and Frankie’s first marriage
ended, he dropped out of university and flew the coop.
He ended up completing his studies in New Zealand and
Australia and then settled there for about ten years. No
matter where he was, I’d often receive a calendar or an
interesting gift in the mail, with no return address. I always
knew it was from Frankie. He never forgot my birthday
either.
Frankie was always generous about sharing my music

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