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My Sperm Passed Away Today!!
By SK Covey
Tuesday, March 02, 2010

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The sperm died today, and I'm not the
least bit sad!

"My Sperm Passed Away      Today"

A Story by SK Covey
 

"You can live with someone all your life yet they end up being just, a sperm. "

 

  I was born in 1950. Before the time of Leave It To Beaver or Father

Knows Best.

Once television became big and expanded with family shows, no

doubt we all compared our own homes to those of the Cleavers and

the Youngs.  I would venture to say, 9 out 10 fathers went to work

everyday making the family money while the mothers stayed home

making the dinner.   In our home, we were no different. Our mother

cooked, cleaned, shopped, and of course ran us from baseball to

dancing and all other activities.  This father was involved with my

brother and scouting, other than that, I rarely remember him being

involved in daily activities. Only mother.

  Gosh, the great Birthday's, Christmas, and other holiday's

welcomed by our family seems straight out of Norman Rockwell. As I

began to mature the thought of my family being disfunctional was not

on the horizon. Ask me if in 1960 we were the Cleaver family and I

would answer "Yes" without hesitation.  It would be in the later 1980's

before I realized my family was just as normal as other's and was

absolutely not the Young's or the Cleaver's.  We were, An American

Family.

  The bread winner went off in his own direction to make a fortune for

the family instead of sticking with a company and waiting on that

pension. Pension, who needs that when I am so young and vital and

can make money on my own. Money was made, but spent like

water.  As for money, in 1970, it was not high on the list of

importance. As long as the roof was over the head and food in the

 kitchen it was of no interest. But sooner than later it came to the

family attention, the sperm had a spending problem. Not on alcohol

or drugs, but yet junk and tools and anything he felt he needed. Want

to buy a business, buy it. Of course in time if your not putting in more

than your spending, you will eventually greet proverty or at the very

least hard times.

  During our youth, both my brother and I felt we were given good

traits and values. High morals and Christian faith ever present in our

home, helped  both of us to have extreme highly appreciated work

ethics as adults; borderline, work-a-holics. Both loved our

professions and worked hard to be over-achievers in our given

trades. Pulling from the years in the Air Force, my brother would be

of a technical background, while I went in the sales direction, both

being extremely successful. Both began having our own Cleaver

families.

  One day our mother had a heart attack and we were summoned to

the table we shared so many times for family dinners. But instead of

dinner, we were met with a gun. For five hours we saw a gun in our

face and the devil sitting across from us. It wasn't enough to be in

shock from the gun, but the words coming forward knocked us to our

knees. We were told how much we were hated. Hated by the sperm

from the day we were born. Shock, hurt, scared, confused,

unbelievable, all describe our feelings. Funny but until that day, the

devil was a mystery to me but afterwards a picture with big red eyes

and long tail seem fitting. I actually visualized the flames

 as they appear around him.

   As we handled the situation as the Cleavers would, moving forward

in time, ever present in the mind was the clear picture of the horned

one.

   Going through ones life, of Christian faith, we all learn to forgive. So

forgiveness, was in our heart but never did we forget in our minds.

Happy Days, joined the television shows and our children lived much

like the show. We had teens and tweens. Faithful to our parents,

we had loving dinners, holidays, vacations, and simple spur of the

moment, bacon, lettues, and home grown tomato sandwiches.

The Cleaver's lived on.  They lived a lie until 2007.  In 2007 the

curtain came down.

    My brother battled the curse of cancer and lost his fight in

February of 2008. This loving and Godly man was my friend and my

brother. We always would take on the evil one together.  My mother

was my best friend, as so my daughter. But my mother could not

take the passing of her baby boy. In October of 2008, the evil one

placed her in a nursing home, with Alzheimer.

  Of course if we were the Walton Family on Little House On The

Prairie, that could never happen. The Walton's we were not. Instead,

I received a phone call one day.  Sadly I was informed the office was

holding a box and some papers which had been dropped off. The

box was my mothers urn. I almost dropped the phone. It

appeared she continued, he had divorced her and sold the family

home, dropped off her urn, and informed the social worker, he was

no longer to be called, as he was no longer responsible. Further, he

had been stealing her money fro the Medicare and Medicaid and

leaving the nursing home empty handed. The social worker

continued that several months were not paid to them for my mothers

care. The evil one, has vanished.

Leaving nothing behind. Not one item of family history. After 67 years

of marriage and deserting her after she had loved him all her life,

what does this say about marriage and family. He too, is a

Sociopath. Leaving in the night, sneaking away!

   Before my brother went to be with his Lord, he told me the way he

got through that day of the gun, "when he walked out the door

 afterwards, that was the day his father died."  So, for the rest of his

life, my brother, considered his father dead. Today, I just consider

him to be a sperm!

I am now my mothers guardian and I shall hold her hand and walk

with her to the gates of heaven. This terrible disease has only one

good thing I can consider, she is unaware he has abandoned her

after living a lifetime with him. 

  The other day while visiting with my mom, I looked into her eyes

and had a thought.  When we look at each other and she draws me

close and gives me a kiss and tells me how much she loves me, I

know in 1950 when they placed me in her arms after my birth, she

nor I would think or know, but in 2010, God would place her in my

arms to hold and take care of, as she did for me in 1950.

  I Love and Thank You Mom, for being June Cleaver all my life.

Thank you God, for letting her still remember me as her loving and

caring baby girl. I am now in her mind, back to being her young

child. I pray everyday for My God to be merciful.

SK Covey

 

 

  

 


 
 

© 2010 SK Covey


 

 

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