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March 17, 2016




Living in grief isn't easy to cope
Lost in my sorrow, loosing all hope
Trying to maintain and put on a smile
is hard when you haven't slept in awhile

I can't explain exactly how I feel
The pain is so unbearable
and all so real..

It's easier said to overcome the grief
but, when you go through it
you'll know it's not brief

Trying to maintain yourself to stay strong
It isn't easy to do when your falling apart
It feels like you're loosing it
with this broken heart. 

always, love and faith 

March 8, 2016

GRIEF

Please come home
I don't know what to do
I'm devastated my love
Having to live without you
I'm confused I'm lost
I have a ache in my heart
I can't understand 
why did we have to part
Every second of every day
I miss you so much
I just want to hold you
I need to feel your touch
I'm finding it difficult
Without you here my love
But now your a angel
In heaven above
Always I will love you
as I have from the start
For eternity we will always be
          ..love & faith

March 7, 2016

Thank you sooo much for his baby picture Christi., your awesome sweetie..
He's so adorable! ♥
     "thank you" 

Dale's writtings / thoughts

March 7, 2016



MAN CANNOT DESTROY THAT IN WHICH GOD CREATED
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As much as we like to deny, life is what we make it..
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Monkey did not evolve into man, man evolved from sand, Son of Man
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Listen to your heart, when it runs out of fear, you will hear GOD
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A man’s worst enemy, is himself, a man’s best friend, is himself, a man without himself, is a man without GOD, all good comes through man, all men come through GOD, GOD is all men, Son of Man
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Every day the light gets a tad lighter, grant it, it may be a shade so similar to the light you carry, you may not notice it is different. It may be such a drastic difference even denial cannot hide it from you. Change is something most of us fear, good change as well, we seem to become comfortable in a situation and accept it.
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A picture of my wife, so all men can be envious that I have found, what all seek, my Soul Mate
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March 6, 2016

Robert D Di Lucchio

12-12-2008  
Christmas 2008 
By: fcku r fat 

Christmas comes but once a year; for some all it brings is tears 
Seems like every year we forget a little bit more; now for most it's become a chore 
Years ago when it first began; Santa Clause traveled across the land 
The North Pole was alive; unfortunately, all of us have let it slide 
Imaginations kept it in working order; now most gifts come from south of the border 
Rudolph and his Bright Red Nose; has been replaced with Nintendo's 
Mrs. Clause and Santa could not keep it up; Frosty and Scrooge got bad reviews 
We have ourselves to blame; we tossed our values and have no shame 
Every Year it has to be bigger than the last; Max out your plastic then Pawn for Cash 
Children do not know it's real meaning; Corporate America made it demeaning 
Soon Santa, Grinch and the Abominable Snowman; will be lost in the contraband 
God forbid anything made by hand; Martha Stewart has that wrapped up man 
 The Christmas Wish List is a sad sight; quick Honey,” Grab That Elmo, even if you have to fight!” 
I understand the worlds not as slow; don't you think we should let our kids grow 
We've lost most the values our country was built on; at this rate soon to be all gone 
With leaders like Hitler and Bush, it is easy to see why everyone is a puss 
Our Presidents have to “Out Blunder” the one before; this being Bush's only high score 
Our Commander in Chief has never finished a book; let us follow his example and get cooked 
Therefore, it is not hard to see it is all going to crap; so let us send more troops to their death trap 
He cannot even fix our country but he lost interest in that; “BOW TO THE NEW KING OF IRAQ” 
Therefore, if we stay on course and loose our backbone; we can start a new tradition buy your wife a strap-on 
Then we will not need leaders like McCain; we will have our wives to blame 
Baby you promised I wouldn't feel a thing; I can't sit down may I have a Butt Ring 
At least you'd be getting screwed by a loved one; not some Lying Washington Bum 
What you all hold so dear, quick grab the phone dial 911; now you can't discipline your son 

Children's Protective Services are at your door; it's a plain as The Weapons of Mass Destruction War 
Oh you don't approve of that tit bar in the next county; vote against it Collect a Christians Bounty 
Wake up and notice all our rights we lose; not to mention all you whacked fools steal her right to choose 
Let us ignore the starving children in the United States; The Christian's Children Fund will sell you a face 
Eighty Cents a day so little to ask; maybe, but a box of rubbers is cheaper than that 
If they gave them rubbers instead of oysters, Christians Children Fund would be out a job 
Once your undisciplined kid dials 911; here come C.P.S. Dam them some big guns 
Therefore, I guess what I am trying to say, it is all about money, not your Honey 
So when your kid asks, “Whose that fat fuck in the red shirt?” reply, just some has been and a jerk 
You might as well give it no flax, next year Santa is probably going to be hi-jacked 
Di Lucchio 12-12-2008 

 
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One of his many writings..

March 6, 2016
A Life’s Journey D.R. Di Lucchio 
2/12/2010 


When I was born I was torn, from Heaven & my Guardian Seven. 
When I was one, God sung sweet lullabies to me. 
As I turned two, I was being told what to do.
By the age of three, God barely sung to me. 
When I turned four, I shut Heavens door.

As I aged to five, I learned how to lie.. 
By the age of six, I started doing bad tricks. 

When I was seven, I forgot about Heaven.. 
As I turned eight, I found Hell’s Gate. 
By the time I was nine, I left God far behind. 
When I was ten, I saw what I could get when I would pretend. 

As I turned eleven, I could care less about God and Heaven.. 
By the age of twelve, I secured my spot in Hell. 
When I became thirteen, I was learning to scheme. 
All through my Teens, I got High by any means. 
As I turned twenty, Sex & Drugs were plenty. 
At twenty-two, I no longer gave a shit about you. 

By the time I reached twenty-five, I had nowhere left I could hide..
When I was twenty-eight, I could not get out Hell’s Gate. 
In the year I was twenty-nine, I tried to leave this life behind. 
When I finally made thirty, I was tired of being Homeless and dirty. 
I became inspired at thirty-one, but lost it to Drugs and fun. 
By the time I was thirty-two I could no longer deny, I was evil and rotting inside. 

At thirty-three I learned it was me, I kept myself from being free..
As I turned thirty-four, I started looking for Heaven’s door. 
Sometime in my thirty-fifth year, I could no longer hold back all my fears. 
In the year I was thirty-six, I knew I needed a different kind of fix. 

By the year of thirty-eight, I turned my back on Hell and walked out its gate. 
At thirty-nine I traveled a different path, it wasn’t easy but I did the math. 
As I turned forty-one, I studied His Begotten Son. 
At forty-two, my questions were more than a few. 

By forty-four, I remembered the door.. 
At fort-five, I tried and I cried. 
It was the age of forty-seven, I figured out I never lost Heaven. 
When I became forty-eight, I confronted Hell’s Gate.  

It wasn’t till I was forty-nine, I slammed it shut and left Hell behind.
The day I turned fifty, I started felling nifty. 
It was fifty-one, two & three, I began to see.
At fifty-four, I found the door. 
At fifty-five, I took my first look deep inside. 
By fifty-six, I forgave myself for a life full of tricks. 

When I was fifty-seven, I caught a brief glimpse of Heaven. 

At fifty-eight, it was a heart attack, which had me knocking on Heaven’s Gate
I laid there quite lifeless that entire year & when I turned fifty-nine, an Angel told me it’s not my time. 

As I lay there dead, I thought about his Son, That’s when I realized I was one. 

This was quite clear I knew what to do; when I awoke I was sixty-two. 
At sixty-three I got out of that bed, and I knew the old me was dead. 
At sixty-four, I was thankful for every chore. 
It was at sixty-five, I learned to live inside. 
At sixty-seven, I learned about Heaven. 
At sixty-eight I removed the Gate. 
When I was sixty-nine, I realize newborns were fine; it was us who were blind. 

At seventy-one I accepted I was His Begotten Son. 

It took till I was seventy-four, to open the door. 
I tried to tell all what I had learned; you’re just a quack, “Shut up old man.” 

I lived in my Heart, from that point on, I enjoyed every day until they dug my grave. I can no longer tell most they all fear ghosts, so with my body turning to dust and my sole soaring to heaven, my last words to all; 

God does not hide, we push him aside; but he hid us a key, where you’d think we would look, but no we try to learn from books. We are taught very young, you have to die before you can go to Heaven, this is one of the biggest sins man can do. For the Babies know more than this old man did, they live with God while in their crib. It is us that close their eyes, with all our lies; they know from the start live in your heart. Just as God knew, man would live in his head, and most wouldn’t figure it out till they were dead. You don’t have to die; God hid the key, right in your heart, the last place man looks to start. I can say no more, just this last bit, we would be so much happier if we kept our mouths shut and let babies stay in touch. 

 02-11-2009 Fcku r Fat.

March 3, 2016

My first response to this photo, I couldn't recall when it was taken. You see, I've never met Dale's brothers,Ted or Jimmy, only Dane. Dale showed me a photo of all the siblings together taken 20-25 years ago. So, I wasn't prepared seeing this pic, for a minute, I thought it was my husband. I can't believe how much Jimmy and Dale look so much alike..same hair, beard, size.. everything..wow. They could pass for twins!.

                                                                       always,
                                                                       love & faith   

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