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When Aimee was a teen, her mother accidentally hit a possum while driving to
work. Without hesitation, she turned around to try and save the critter. She was be-
yond saving, but she had a pouch full of baby possums who desperately needed their
mother. Sharon became that mother and bottle fed the children until they were weaned,
always sure to withhold her abundant affection such that when they could leave her
care they would have the best chances back in the care of Mother Nature.
Squirrels, possums, rabbits, a hawk, and a big fat raccoon that ate cat food on the
front porch always had a home when it was needed. Not for her own amusement, but
because she had no choice. Caring for critters is written in her soul. That is what I mean
when I say a Wiccan soul. Oh, I don’t care if she is Wiccan, Christian, Muslim, Jewish,
or any other religion because no matter what church a person attends, what is really
important are the things we do between religious services.
I care because she passed part of her soul on to her children, and I have fallen head
over heels in love with one of them. Sorry, Bubba, it isn’t you. I care because I want to
spend the rest of my life with one of her daughters (despite the fact that she once
thought all cats were girls and all dogs were boys) and because I cannot imagine having
a more Wiccan mother-in-law, despite the fact that she is not Wiccan.
Mrs. Carpenter, I care because I very much want your blessing when I ask your
daughter Aimee to be my wife. If after reading this, you can find it in your heart to give
us your blessings, then upon Aimee’s consent; I will be honored to be your son-in-law.Blessed be and live free,A.J. Drew
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form a responsible and responsive Pagan Community.zz WB Final Word.p65 413 7/11/2003, 6:05 PM