My daughter says: she is a nice woman, older, brown hair and wears a shawl
I: scream into the phone
Elizabeth come and take me
Take me Jesus, take me take me
My daughter is getting married by Wicca
A damn witch is going to marry my daughter
Daughter says: dad when is the last time t you went to church
Don’t you say that half of the ministers are full of it? Don’t you have strange things
Hanging on your ceiling………..we had a Christmas tree for 15 years that was made of the wire insides of a mattress, that we put bones and Christmas lights on for God sake.Dont you carry Jesus around with you why do you need a church or a minister.
But I am not longer listening………thinking
Of the movie Stigmata"
The witches of eastwich
Warlock
But I can’t stop now
She has gotten me started
Lions and tigers and bear oh my
So I say:
I believe in marry vows
And then some thing comes out of my mouth that my father said to me
When I was 16 and I told him that I didn’t believe in the church
He says as you get older you will get closer to God,
As you get older you will learn that you have to believe in some thing higher than yourself
Where is this coming from?
Dad Not now
Yup, it was out of my mouth before I could stop it
Then I told my daughter
That I was going to take a few aspirins because I could
Feel some Fred Sanford coming on
And quick
My daughter has learned not to pay too much attention to me
I told my daughter that I was going to call Gran ruby, then her mother up in heaven,
And my sister Donna
Ok dad take a nap I love you
My mind went blank for a moment
Then an image of one of my favorite movies
“Independence day”
Popped into my head
The scene where Jeff Goldblum Tells Harvey Fierstein
That all is lost, get out of town
Harvey then clutches his chest ……….bugs out his eyes
And mutters in that gravelly voice of his
“I’ve got to call my mother; I got to call my lawyer,
Oh forget my lawyer
Anyway
I got my sister Donna on the phone..
I yelled
Donna …………..Lauren is getting married by a witch
Donna daughter is rebelling against some thing, help
My sister laughed and laughed and
Then Said
You ought to be ashamed
She said aren’t you the rebel in our family
Who are you to talk
And don’t you make crosses from bones
And don’t you have three altars in your house
“What you talking about Willis
Ok the bubble was broken
I was shamed, defeated
My ploy had failed
Beaten again by a woman or woman
I crawled back into my studio
And put my father back inside my head for now
I called my daughter
And said that I was sorry for staging another heart attack
Her plans were fine with me and she was right to get married as she closed
I told her that yes I do believe
In spirits, and magic and angels
Ok I give up
Love you
I was quiet for about one minute
Then I ran to the altar in my bedroom got my bible
Put on some old school soul music
And prayed
Jesus Jesus, Jesus
Clutching my heart and singing
I’m ready Elizabeth come and get me
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