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  • Last time i talked to Donny Ray, Lyric and i saw him hobbling down Ross Avenue on his crutches and stopped and gave him a ride. Having recently had many of his toes and heel amputated due to exposure and infection, he had an overwhelming smell of still rotting flesh that rushed into the car with him. I guess he just couldn't keep his wounds clean enough for them to heal. I remember looking in the rear view at Lyric and could see it register on her but she introduced herself and was as sweet as can be. I remember being so proud of her for being kind and loving and waiting until we dropped him off to ask what the smell was and why it was so bad. I want my girls to be able to love people and be kind to them in any set of circumstances and I feel like something good is happening when i get to witness them do that.

    I saw our friend Johnny Ray today at CVS and when i asked about Donnie Ray he told me that he died 2 weeks ago. He said that Cathy (in the picture above) was with him when he died and they think it was a stomach or liver cancer that had spread. I came home and told Lyric and she seemed glad that even though she only met him twice that she had been nice to him. Then she went off to her room to listen to music and paint her face like a vampire.
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