the parable of the lost son. a fathers love never dies.


Luke 15:11-32 New International Version (NIV)

The Parable of the Lost Son

11 Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two sons. 12 The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the estate.’ So he divided his property between them.

13 “Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. 14 After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. 15 So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. 16 He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

17 “When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! 18 I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 19 I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ 20 So he got up and went to his father.

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’

22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

25 “Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 27 ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

28 “The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 30 But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”

New International Version (NIV)Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.


happy fathers day


fathers day is about family. there is no handbook for parenting. you have to play it by ear. sometimes you make mistakes. sometimes you get lucky. despite what happens a parent puts its family first. sometimes people dont agree with your decisions. sometimes you make the wrong decisions. we do what we can, but sometimes we just have to live with the consequences. later we may look back on our choices and others’ and see things differently. but regardless of the hands of fate, family comes first.

our children make us proud and sometimes they worry us, but we try to be there for them, regardless. we hope to make them stronger with our guidance and teach them the value of supporting one another. we cant help but worry about them but we hope they know that they can always reach out to us for help if needed. that no matter what happens we never stop loving them. the love for a child or a parent is universal and never ending instilled at birth and a part of our dna.

our parents bring us into the world and care for us when we cannot care for ourselves. we depend on them for love and compassion, wisdom and guidance, support and advice and we learn from them from birth. as time passes we grow older and wiser and move into the future with what we have learned from them. we are a trinity. our ancestors and ourselves and our descendants. it is in our genes and when we get older and stronger and smarter it becomes necessary to become the caregivers of our parents and look after them as they cannot do it as well any more. our love never dies and neither does theirs.

we are a part of a much bigger family called the human race as our ancestors before us. this is the circle of life.
happy father’s day to all my friends and family and may the next year bring you more happiness than you can handle and in the immortal words of leonard nimoy. live long and prosper.
have a great summer my cousins.
sons and daughters of adam.

Sancho the First, King of Portugal.


1. Ray is the son of [private mother] [confident] 
2. [Private] is the daughter of Garnett Edgar Hancock [confident] 
3. Garnett is the son of Ida E (Linville) Hancock [confident] 
4. Ida is the daughter of Robert Lee Linville [unknown confidence] 
5. Robert is the son of Moses Linville Sr. [unknown confidence] 
6. Moses is the son of John L. Linville Sr. [unknown confidence] 
7. John is the son of Moses Linville Sr. [confident] 
8. Moses is the son of Hannah (Morgan) Linville [unknown confidence] 
9. Hannah is the daughter of Edward Morgan [unknown confidence] 
10. Edward is the son of James Morgan [unknown confidence] 
11. James is the son of Edward Morgan [unknown confidence] 
12. Edward is the son of William Morgan [unknown confidence] 
13. William is the son of John Morgan [unknown confidence] 
14. John is the son of Elizabeth (Vaughan) Morgan [unknown confidence] 
15. Elizabeth is the daughter of Joan (Whitney) Vaughan [confident] 
16. Joan is the daughter of Constance (Tuchet) Whitney [unknown confidence] 
17. Constance is the daughter of Eleanor (Holand) Touchet [confident] 
18. Eleanor is the daughter of Constance (York) le Despencer LG [confident] 
19. Constance is the daughter of Isabella (Castilla) of Castile LG [confident] 
20. Isabella is the daughter of Pedro Alfónsez (Castilla) de Castilla [unknownconfidence] 
21. Pedro I is the son of Alfonso (Castilla) de Castilla [unknown confidence] 
22. Alfonso XI is the son of Constança (Portugal) de Castilla [unknownconfidence] 
23. Constança is the daughter of Denis (Portugal) de Portugal [unknownconfidence] 
24. Denis is the son of Afonso (Portugal) de Portugal [unknown confidence] 
25. Afonso III is the son of Afonso (Portugal) de Portugal [unknownconfidence] 
26. Afonso II is the son of Sancho I of Portugal [unknown confidence] 
This makes Sancho I the 24th great grandfather of Ray.

happy birthday rachel


today my baby girl turned 25. so we celebrated it like every year in the past. even though she was not there physically, she was with us in spirit. and i think many of us needed a little closure.

although she passed away less than a year ago, she will always be a part of my heart and without her there is a hole in it that will never heal. i always told her i wanted her to be around for my retirement party, but that was not in the cards. life took her away so she would not have to suffer any more.

deep down she was a good person and her beauty radiated out for all to see. she made mistakes as do we all, but she tried to be the best that she could be. people used her and mistreated her because she wanted to please others and put others needs before her own. she loved deeply and she wanted to be loved in return.

she tried to help others and make others lives better and help them when she could, but some of the people she tried to help did not care what happened to her. she hurt like we all do and yes if you pricked her she bled. she was a human being with a big heart and when she wore her heart out on her sleeve, people would try to make it bleed.

you can not replace the loss of a child. i know in the old days it was customary to name a child after an earlier sibling who had died young. maybe to give that child a second chance at life, but you can never replace a child with another. each has a special place in your heart, and each will be a part of your life forever.

rachel was one of a kind, and there will never be another soul like hers. she was and is and always will be daddy’s little girl and nothing and no one can ever replace her.

she got mixed up with some people she would have been better off not to meet and they used her and abused her. they ruined her life and had no concern for it. they called her names and stole from her and destroyed her. they lied and said they loved her, but someone who loves you does not give you poison and watch it kill you slowly.

someone who loves you wants you to live a healthy happy life and they want to keep you safe and strong as best they can. rachel was a good person but she got mixed up with the wrong “friends”. she was surrounded by bad people. neighbors who talked about her behind her back and mocked her while she cried to me about how she wanted them to accept her and love her back. but these friends were incapable of love and their hate ate away at her soul. maybe in a different world, she may have lived a longer, happier life, but fate had a different plan for her.

her neighbors talked about her and used her to get what they wanted. they promised her the moon but delivered only pain and heartache. while those who loved her could not keep her away from those who did not, her life began to fall apart. she began to feel isolated and worthless because of the neighbors who isolated her and made her feel worthless. she began to feel that there was no hope and no one cared. she told me many times that i was all she had and no one loved her. although i tried to convince her she was wrong and there were friends and family that really loved her, her depression grew worse and she turned to painkillers to ease the pain that life would not ease.

her so called friends told her to put it in a syringe and it will get into your system faster, but these were not friends. the addiction led to infection and the infection to the dark side. while the ones who loved her begged her to stop, the ones who did not care told her to party like a rock star. and we all know how that trip ends.

depression is a monster and it whispers bad things in your ear. sometimes you are too weak to tell it to shut up, or it hurts too much to ignore it. once you lose hope all is lost. i did what i could to keep her hopes up, but my resources as always are limited.

the infection around her heart got the best of her last year and she did not want to call for help again. her so called friends did not care enough about her life to call for her until it was too late. when i got the call to rush to the er, it was already too late.

daddy’s little girl had a hard life and thought she had no where to turn. she cried in silence and kept her pain hidden away inside until it ate her up. so called friends did not care that they hurt her and made her cry. that they made her feel worthless and like a pos in her head.

but she was still that same little girl whose smile could light up a room and whose presence made loved ones happy when she was around. she was still that little girl who loved to play rock band and spend time with loved ones at the thanksgiving dinner.

she was still the big sister who looked after her little sister and brothers when they needed her most. that never changed. she never changed. the world changed and life gave her a bum hand. she was still that great big sister and she always will be. she just got mixed up with the wrong neighbors.

she was a beautiful person inside, but she had bad neighbors.

may she rest in peace. love you baby girl.



all you need is love.


all you need is love. the song says it and its true.
everyone needs to have someone to hold on to.
when you think no one gives a damn
the world is a cold and lonely hell
and when there is no hope
that things will change
it just might ring a bell
the lonely one who cries herself to sleep tonight
may not be there to talk to tomorrow
dont let your loved ones think no one cares
or you may not be able to handle the sorrow
depression is a killer
that whispers in your ear
life is hopeless
whats the use?
no one gives a damn about you here
people laugh at you behind your back
your worthless any way

no one will miss you
just go ahead and hang yourself today
if you know someone who has lost hope
or is depressed tonight
make sure you tell them right away
they matter and they belong in your life.
if you are depressed and suicidal
dont suffer in silence
the voice in your head is not your friend.
call for help now.


Cousin George


General George Washington, first constitutional President of the United States, and second cousin 8 times removed.

GEN. George Washington POTUS
2nd cousin 8x removed

CAPT. Augustine “Gus” Washington
father of GEN. George Washington POTUS
CAPT. Lawrence Washington ( – 1698)
father of CAPT. Augustine “Gus” Washington
COL. John 9X Washington (1632 – 1677)
father of CAPT. Lawrence Washington
Anne 8X Washington WRIGHT (1662 – 1697)
daughter of COL. John 9X Washington
John 7X Wright Sr. (1685 – 1739)
son of Anne 8X Washington WRIGHT
CAPT. John 6X Jr. Wright (1709 – 1792)
son of John 7X Wright Sr.
CAPTAIN William THE BLACKSMITH 5X Wright (1729 – 1805)
son of CAPT. John 6X Jr. Wright
James G 4X Wright (1756 – 1823)
son of CAPTAIN William THE BLACKSMITH 5X Wright
Margaret “Peggy” 3xGG Wright KING (1806 – 1872)
daughter of James G 4X Wright
Michael O. 2x King =pvt. csa 42nd va. infantry and pow (1842 – 1931)
son of Margaret “Peggy” 3xGG Wright KING
TERESA Marcella “Tressie” 1gg King (1871 – 1947)
daughter of Michael O. 2x King =pvt. csa 42nd va. infantry and pow
Rufus Samuel Nichols R-CTS1751 (1893 – 1958)
son of TERESA Marcella “Tressie” 1gg King
HOWARD E “POP” NICHOLS R-M269 (1936 – 2017)
son of Rufus Samuel Nichols R-CTS1751

America or bust.


question for the sjw’s. if America is such a horrid place and it needs to be changed to a socialist or islamic state, why have so many refugees left their socialist or islamic nations to flee here? stop and think b4 you speak the stupid.

just my opinion but i am entitled to it.