Mister Jones

Mister Jones

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"...life is so damn fickle, we are led by circumstances into areas that compromise some of the things we want to do."
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this is my Grampa Jones ... flew bombers in WW2, came home & made a family, then took off. We got letters every now & then. I never knew the full story till earlier this year when I asked my mother (Peggy) if she saved any of his old letters. She then brought out a box full of them.
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He lived life the way he wanted, right up to the day that he chose to end it all with a bullet to his head.

We lived in Dallas, my Uncle Mitch lived in Austin, Aunt Susan attended Oxford at the time, and Uncle Rusty~ a paranoid schizophrenic~ lived wherever the hell he wanted to live.
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I changed everyone's name except my own. I'm Amy, I was just a kid in the 70's and had no idea what my grandfather was up to. I remember my mom sitting at the table reading his letters, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying. Now I get it.