And terror comes to call.....

It has dawned on me, that I am about to take the two most influential and important people that have existed on the face of time, to the place I grew up.  The two people whose existence saved me from myself and the hell I escaped from, are about to fly back and see a portion of my previous existence for themselves.  

How significant is the word "fly" from above.  Angels come to mind.

Yes I am excited to reflect upon the good times of my life, but there are moments that come to mind that completely set me into a fit of rage and terror.  Moments from my past.  Moments that Meatloaf sings about....

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And when the sun descended and the night arose

I heard my father cursing everyone he knows

He was dangerous and drunk and defeated

And corroded by failure and envy and hate

There were endless winters and my dreams would freeze

Nowhere to hide and no leaves on the trees


And my fathers eyes were blank as he hit me again and again and again and again

I know I still believe he'd never let me leave, I had to run away alone

So many threats and fears, so many wasted years before my life became My own

And though the nightmares should be over

Some of the terrors are still intact

Ill hear that ugly coarse and violent voice

And then he grabs me from behind and then he pulls me back

God forgive me, for if my parents were to make an appearance anywhere near Jimmy or Lil' Deb, I would tear every limb from their bodies followed shortly afterword by one internal organ at a time.  I am no longer a defenseless child.  I am grown up, and now, I have something of value to lose.  If they did decide to show themselves, their suffering will be legendary, even in hell.  I know full well, that Grandpa would never allow either of them to show their pathetic faces with me there, but a tinge of fear still keeps knocking on the door in the back of my mind.

Well, lets get packed!

Last minute jitters, that's all.  Really.