How I lost my mother

June 1984

OK pAArty animals,

I am not really good at these things but I will give it a try…so here
is the life story of how Larry the Fairy came to be.

I was born June 16th, 1984 in Garland, Texas. Shortly after my family
moved to a single wide mobile home in Quinlan,Texas, I split my time
with my parents in Quinlan and my Grandmother in Jasper, Texas. My
childhood was anything but normal. My grandparents used me as their
designated driver, by age 14, I was taking them to the bar so they
could get wasted, and drive them home. I actually enjoyed it I love my grandparents.
Drinking must have been in our bloodlines, my father too was a bad
alcoholic.  He drank 24/7 and has a remarkable 8 DUI's to his name.  I
remember as a kid blowing into a breathalyzer so my dad could start the car and take us to school.

w/ Mom in a baby pageant '88

The brightest light in my life has always been my mother.  She was
such an amazing person.  When I was 9 she finally left my father, with
no support from anyone else in my family.  They all felt “divorce was
wrong”, yet after 10 years of domestic abuse she finally had enough.
She waited for him to go to work one morning, as soon as he pulled out
of the neighborhood a U-Haul pulled up, and her friends loaded
everything into it.   She left my dad 1 plate, 1 spoon, 1 cup, etc,
more than he ever deserved.   I remember being so happy when she left
him, I would never have to stand up to him for her anymore.

My mom moved us to Allen, Texas when I was in the 5th grade. She
bought her very own house through HUD homes.  She worked her ass off
to support my little brother and me, like most kids I never
appreciated what she was doing for us. My life suddenly seemed normal
for the first time. I was finally living in a real home, without
wheels, in the big city. I was able to make friends and have fun for
the first time in a really long time.

When I was 17, my mom and I had a huge fight, I was so horribly mean
to her. She finally had enough and kicked me out.  I never went back
home, and I couch surfed for a couple of years until finally getting
my own place at 19 in Dallas.  I haven’t left this city ever since.

Then it happened.  On New Year’s Eve 2004, I had just finished up at
work and was excited to get home so I could get ready to go out for
the night. I was only 20 at the time, but I had just gotten a fake ID!   I was so
excited to get out with my awesome friends. When the phone rang at
work, I picked it up which never happened because we weren’t allowed

Mom & Grandma HS '02

to pick up the phone, but for whatever reason that night I did.  It

was a previous employer who was trying to reach me. He said no one in
my family could get a hold of me and very serious and blunt he said,
“Larry, you need to call your dad, your mother is dead".   I laughed
and said "you're funny", he said "I’m not playing she was killed today
on a motorcycle".  My mom hated motorcycles so I knew he must be
joking, I hung up the phone and cried for a second, then pulled myself
together and called my dad.  He picked up the phone and was crying;
I've never once seen or heard my dad cry before in my life.  I knew
right away it was true, so I asked him point blank "Is my mother
dead?!" and he said "yes, son, I’m afraid she is".  I dropped the

phone and fell to the ground screaming at the top of my lungs.

The last pic taken of her '04

My mom hated motorcycles and I couldn’t believe that’s how she died, I

was in complete and total shock.

The plot thickened when we found out that she was in the process of
divorcing her current husband and had just told him that day she

wanted a divorce. He was the one driving the motorcycle and witnesses

said they stopped at a church and were fighting in the parking lot
then my mom went in and came out a few minutes later.  He then drove
it off and half a mile later witnesses said he just drove the

motorcycle off the road.

The impact killed him instantly, my mom died of brain injuries several
hours later at the hospital.

I have never recovered from this incident, and I am crying my eyes out

now as I type this.

A few months later right before my 21st birthday I got a check for

$200,000 from my mom’s life insurance and I went crazy! Buying
everything I had ever wanted or desired.

I didn’t work and pretty much had the best time ever from the ages of
21-24. After all the money was gone I had to settle down and get a
job.  Now I spend my days working and partying, still drinking away
all the pain I have in my heart, trying to be a motherly figure to all
my friends because I miss my mother so much.

I started writing this to let you all know about me, who I am, and

where I came from. I did not mean for it to turn into a sad story, and
for that I am sorry.
But this is me, it is a part of who I am, and why I am the way I am.

-Larry The Fairy & PWA