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May 3 2017. Meditate on this and only love remains.
I was just notified my 87 y/o father died April 30, 2017, somewhere in Mexico.
He was not on vacation. It involves abuse and preying upon a vulnerable elder.
My father had mild strokes, two diabetic comas,
fell on his head, memory loss, and likely early alzheimers.
What transpired in the course of thirty one months, is something out of a horror movie.
The woman who slipped in like a slithery snake, in my view, married my father in September 2014,
turned out to be one of the wickedest people I’ve ever met, and my father is now dead.
Dying in a foreign country, without any family or long time friends.
And she was in her early 80’s!, pulled me into her graces saying “you’re the daughter I never had.”
One of her hobbies apparently, is she flips houses in real estate.
Once the family home was sold and a ‘fixer upper’ was bought and moved into?
I receive a phone call from her shouting “Don’t ever call me again!”
The shock of that call was deeply traumatizing.
My father and I were vulnerable victims to her greed.
Thank goodness I have all the evidence to back this up.
Once married, like a predator grifter,
she was calculatingly swift and the isolating tactics began.
She removed Dad’s computer and phone,
so he had no contact with the outside world nor could I reach him.
She put an ‘Order of Protection’ on this daughter for no good reason,
other than to further isolate me from my vulnerable father for one year,
while she did her dastardly deeds.
The details are vast and due to sensitivities can only share part of it here.
Note to everyone … mind your precious loved ones and elders from vultures.
She had him cremated in Mexico and apparently has his ashes. More questions I have.
I’ve now found out he is to be buried at Arlington National Cemetary.
Strange because he already had 5 plots purchased for the family in 1984,
at Greenwood Memorial Lawn after the murder of his young son.
And where his wife of almost fifty years is buried.
I was my fathers ‘wingman’. This person snuck in and took him down.
This has been nothing short of experiencing what a form of hell might be like.
It took the wind out of my sails and had moments of losing the will to breathe.
The final ‘shock’ was my only other sibling brother, went against me siding with her.
She paid him off, and he took it, leaving his sister in the dust.
She won’t tell me how my father died, but I will tell you how he lived.
At the same time in my growth from this,
I found an equal balance for myself to this kind of human behavior,
and what it means to be a human being.
I stand in the middle within, in order to continue.
With heavy heart ~
A most interesting thing happened though on Sunday the 30th?
I felt this energy pour through me like a whispering breeze,
along with the sense of my father immediately.
I know it was him. So surreal. He is now free.
The celestial skies just gained another star,
and he’s shining with my mother and brother, and his beloved sister Marion.
This woman may have my father’s ashes,
but he came to me in spirit, leaving Earth on final flight.
Meet you all in the middle of forever, your loving daughter, Pamela

This page was originally created back in January of 2011.
It was a dedication purely to my father for our shared love of flying, and my love for him. I am happy he enjoyed it while alive. Little did I ever know his life would end like this.

Fly For The Love Of It. Not the Fight of It. This ones for you daddy, I love you!
A pilot, Carl Sidney Richards (Tango) who flew for the love of it,
and this love remains in his heart today.
It was his dream. It is the love of his life. It is a dream he achieved.
It is a dream of flying, metaphorically and skyway speaking that I believe in,
and share with him eternally.
My dream is that we open a new door, and those who fly in war …
Turn those birds around and come home.

“I adore quality vs. quantity. Patience over haste. Heart over matter.Truth over waste.”
“What you don’t believe in evaporates.”

“My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien,
still a stranger to the ground, I am home.”
~ Richard Bach 1963

The military term “Stand Down” describes the movement of soldiers in combat
To a safe place for rest and recovery.

I think this world needs a rest don’t you?
Fly For The Love of It ~ Not The Fight of It.

“The soaring pilot makes an aerial excursion, not an incursion.
His passage leaves a whisper, not a shriek.”
~ Richard Miller, 1967

“Every bite I take feeds the hungry.
Every drink I make nourishes the thirsty.
Every breath I take awakens me further along with another.
And every line I cross, shows me just how much farther I can go.”
pamela leigh richards

Ide were were nita ochun
Ide were were
Ide were were nita ochun
Ide were were nita ya
Ocha kiniba nita ochun
Cheke cheke cheke
Nita ya
Ide were were
Ochu is the Goddess of Love.

“Action manifesting by the movement of pure energy knowing ‘no thought’.”

“If you wish to take a fly on the breeze,
within your Heart speaking gently to thee.
I am home here. All egos checked in at the door.
Remove fear. Free your mind.
Building what I see. No thinking necessary.”

“I can be as strong as I have to be.
At the same time I know I don’t have to be.
Love is the only strength we need.”

“I would rather have few friends who live freely to speak,
than many who hide in secrecy.”

All Quotes: Pamela Leigh Richards, plr, unless otherwise noted.
Images: Unknown unless obviously hers.

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