It is early Sunday Morning....

Many of my mornings have not been spent this way. Many Sundays, the second we opened our eyes, it was time to fight or plan to gather things my babies, or I needed. There was never time to rest when the grind is real. Every second mattered, or we would have lost long ago. We know we are being called to the cemetery, but we know we are not ignoring them. I opened a porthole from the cemetery to our home. So really they’re with us if they want to be. As long as they have good intentions, they are more than welcome in our home. The truth is we didn’t open it to talk with the older ancestors. I go to them for that or walk around our town. We opened it to give all the young souls, that were taken too soon, a place to play. 

You see, I have a lot of babies. I teach them many things about life. One thing we did a few years ago was make wooden boxes from hand. There were about 1ft by 2ft and about 5 inches in depth. Then I took the kids to the store. We bought toys for the young souls of our town that have passed on. It was a blast. We bought some firemen, a couple of police cars, two stuffed dolls and just a bunch of toys. So they could enjoy them as their temple rested. We filled the boxes with the toys.

We took the boxes to two cemeteries. One that we have been looking for since that night back home in Santa Monica. The other cemetery is from the 1830. The timeframe I feel so connect too. There is a little boy named Joseph. He was four years old when he passed on. You could say there is no way I know him for sure, right. Yet, I have been feeling his soul for years. I never really understood why until all the pieces started falling into place. Now, the little souls of the cemeteries could. We even wrote messages on the boxes. We encouraged families to place the toys among the headstones for their little ones.

During Christmas time, my babies and I went to a store and bought a couple of mini evergreen trees. They had lights that flashed, and some gifts wrapped in small boxes. This way, the little souls would get all the Christmas fun that kids love to have. For parents, though, not so much fun. LOL Our family had a great time delivering these to the cemeteries too. Then for months, we would go every weekend to check on the boxes. We would even put more things in the boxes. Some cars, pacifiers, little things that the kids thought were a good idea. 

All was good until one day, the one from 1830 cemetery on Stocker street was gone. Two weeks later, the one at Circle hill cemetery was in a dumpster. When we saw it, trust me, I did not hesitate to jump in the dumpster to get our box and toys out of it. It was disappointing. We even had received messages about people taken toys out of it and placing toys with their loved ones. They were thankful for what we did and gave to cemeteries. It was an amazing feeling when we were told about it. Our soul felt so good, so warm. Our babies felt great also. So when our family found out they were just thrown away, we were crushed!

That is why the porthole was opened. I felt like why should anyone care, I am crazy, right? So what harm were we doing? We learned a lot about others when this all happened. The thought of that being taken from us because others don’t understand is disheartening. Truthfully, that is not a new feeling to us. Many people just don’t understand us. Hopefully, those who read my book, This Is Why You Think I Am Crazy, will get a better understanding of us. So we opened a porthole to where if the young souls want to play and laugh, they can come hang out with our family. Welcome to the Tagliaferri house. Our family has welcomed the past and the present to enjoy life or what their souls maybe missing. Our family has noticed at times they like to let us know they are around. It can be creepy yet so rewarding to get creeped out. I guess that is a good way to put it. 

As I sit here typing my thoughts, I can hear birds of many kinds, crows of course and squirrels playing in the front yard. We always have food out year round for them. This winter I even built a little shelter, so they have dry land, and it keeps their food from getting buried. It’s cool to watch. We feed cats, opossums, raccoons and even three huge deer. Actually, I want to pet the deer and even have a bet with a guy about that.

I just received a text from my friend in Cali. I appreciate all the souls in our life and the amazing animals that always seem to be around me. I love the sounds of the birds talking to us, as I text with my homie about breaking bread with our families in the future. Not to mention to one day be chilling at Raider game together, someday. Hey, someday is here. That is also the title to a song I have listened to for years to push us. I am glad to be at this stage. It’s different, it’s exciting and new to us. However, our future is in our hands, finally. I am glad we stayed home, or I may have missed his text. My soul knows that Father brought my friend (Omar) and I together for a reason. May everyone find their peace. Thank you for your time, much appreciated. Peace.

"Stay blessed, stay true to yourself, and always remember, you’re never alone on this incredible journey. Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and an overflow of good vibes until our paths cross again. Thanks for being a part of this adventure with me. Until next time, Deuces!"