When last I saw my Father, it was just past four in the morning, of 2017. He was dressed in his cowboy hat, boots, jeans and western long sleeve shirt. He was sitting at the bus stop on West Anaheim Street between 1st Street and Hayes Avenue, waiting for a bus that was not coming. I was on the other side of the West Anaheim heading into Wilmington. As with most nights back then I was running through the hoops being FOXed by elements of Our Shadow Government. Needless to say I was shocked to see my Father sitting at a bus stop at four in the morning. Particularly since he was suppose to be in the VA Hospital's Long Term Hospice care due to a rapid on set of Alzheimer's/Dementia. It was yet another cruel indignation heaped upon many. For what could I have done? He no longer recognized me as his son. I had lost the family business primarily because I could not get any due process from the police or any government agency, with most everyone being part of the “street theatre” robbing the business blind. Testing me while attempting to provoke me into a murderous rage. If I had attempted to help him, I would no doubt have been arrested on some trumped up charges or worse. I watched him for over twenty minutes. I knew it would be the last time I would see him in this world. With a heavy heart I turned on my heel and continued up Anaheim Blvd. The next day as I was speaking with Joe (an embedded Navel Intelligence Officer) I mentioned seeing my father the previous evening well actually morning, and the circumstances. As he looked at me; he did not seem shocked in the least at my Father being at the bus stop at four in the morning, rather he was judging my reactions. I explained to him plainly, that in this struggle against darkness that I already knew it was going to take everyone from me that I Loved. Even so, I was made of sterner stuff and that I leave the dead to bury the dead. He quickly tried to change the subject and had to excuse himself from my presence.
My Father is now deceased. I know this as a son knows such. Also as one with heightened empathic abilities does. The particulars I do not know. However in some strange acknowledgment, when I applied for a copy of my social security card. In all previous copies my name has included “Jr”. As I am my Father's name sake. This new card no longer shows “Jr”. As I was informed; “there you go you are no longer Junior”.