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This is one of my very dearest friends, Leslie,
to the left, and me, with our darling little angel who is now in heaven,
Anthony. This little boy was a miracle child and taught us so much.
God bless you baby! |
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- r: Jake, Jessica, Kimmo, Sammy (nieces & nephews). My sparkling
babies. I adore them. |
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Jake
and Hops. That kitty's near Jake's size. That's Jake's buddy. |
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Ryan, me, Poppi, Liam in Central Park.
My nephews had a blast that day. I took them to the fire department and the
police department and the guys were great to them and gave them real patches
that they wear and had them sit in the fire truck and the cop car.
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My beautiful angel Grandmother, Eva, who
watches over me. She's my musical inspiration. Eva was a music
teacher when she was on earth and had her own school. I adore her so
much and miss her everyday. She was a brilliant musician and now she's
a brilliant angelic musician with St. Hildagard de Bingen and St. Cecilia
for sure! |
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Jessica, doggie Zeus, Kimmo (nieces). My little princesses. Jade is my other little
princess niece but she's not in this photo. |
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l-r: Jake, Liam, Ryan,
Sean, Sammy (nephews). Always a silly time happening in the
family. Missing is my beautiful red headed nephew, Kyle and his little
brother David. They live in Long Island and weren't here that day. |
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Me and my best buddy and road bro SKIPPERDOODLES! We
met on the open road riding our motorcycles some six or so years ago and he
adopted this wandering gypzy and has been my big brother ever since.
He lives in Illinois and visits NYC from time to time. He's the
most awesome brother anyone can ever have. The best friend on the
planet for sure.
I credit Skip for helping me quite a bit through the toughest times.
He didn't let me fall when the going got rough. Little Annie cat
needed a lot of medication and he was there for us. He was also there
when Annie went to Jesus.
Skip is the definition of pure heart and pure soul. I believe he is
an angel.
No, really. In fact, we all do. Sweet Skip. One of a
kind! Skip is sacred to me. |
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I traded scooters with my nephew for the day.
Need I say that they were running down the hill screaming at me that I was
too big for their bike! What are they talking about? |
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And here he's ready to rev off on my scooter
but his daddy, my brother Brian eased the boy's hand off that throttle...
My motorcycle these days looks completely different. |
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Sasha as a punk rocker. Here I am with my
brother Terry in Rockefeller Center. We were high steppin down the
block singing a punk rock version of some Christmas song. Dig the long
red cape I'm wearing. I've got a cat suit underneath. My mother
was not pleased with my holiday attire. Oh well. God bless
my Terry! He lives with Jesus in heaven now. |
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