My Uncle is my Father

Hello, my name is Connie Goethe. I would like to tell you about my father. My birth father left before I was born, my Grandmother Dorthy and Uncle Cliff were there for my birth. My mother after I was out of the hospital, in Pocatello, Idaho. I was in there for 3 months, I was three month premature. My mother Hannah, could not afford the rent so she moved in with my Grandmother Dorthy and my Uncle Cliff he was trying to find customers, he was a carpenter and he had picked up work. My Grandmother was a nurse for Ivinson Memorial Hospital. While I was there as baby, I my uncle put me on his hand that I was the size of. He would be watch a football game and try not to wake me while he was watching a football game growing up was great. My and grandmother had moved to Craig, Colorado, after my Grandmother Dorthy had lost her job after drinking on the job. Because, she was taking care of a couple that had fell asleep with a cigarette in their mouth they did all that they could to save them. But they died on the table. My grandmother got a job as a waitress and my mother the post office. My uncle would always come to visit me and we would watch the Broncos play football. At the age of five the whole family and the neighborhood kids would play tag football. I would always take off walking and I would always be visiting the neighbor's dog Coca. I lived with my mother until I was molested at eight and was put into foster care and then my Aunt Carol and Uncle Cliff adopted me. They put through children's therapy. I was working along side my uncle who was now my father on my Aunt Johnny's ranch and she taught me that if you fall off a horse get back on a ride again. I fell off of Joe when I was gathering cattle for branding day. By the age of ten years old I had little brother that was cute as button and helped take care of him. I hated change diaper, I always asked Micheal

"What crawled out of your butt and died when he was years old. We took him on the ranch and he saw what I was doing and he tried to copy me. My father would grab him and take him to my Aunt Johnny and then when I was fourteen and brother just turned four. My Aunt Johnny was killed in homicide/ suicide, my uncle Jack had killed her in a fight over the ranch. She had won the property in a nasty divorce, He was beating on her, when they were married. They family was not the same my father and her were brother and sister, he was the closest to her. He ended up on suicide watch in the jail. That was the closest thing that they had in Craig, Colorado. My mother had me staying at my Grandmother Dorthy's apartment and my bother had asked the previous night to stay at friend's house. We came back and my Father Cliff apologized for what he did and then Dog our Samoyed had died at 19 years old, his stomach had turned.

I said, I know that your are, but I know one thing that Dog and Aunt Johnny would want you to look at the sky and tell them that you love them. I will do good in honor of you and I will go on."