Still Praying , Still Missing My Family

Well,  I am still here, and still praying and still watching the grandchildren growing up with out me being 

around.  It is so easy to understand why.  I am basically homeless.  I stay in a nursing home and rehab 

center, but I am capable of leaving as soon as I can find a place. 

And that is the hard part.  I went to public 

housing in Harlem, Georgia and filed at paperwork.  I took in to housing thinking I was on the waiting.  

This they accepted the paperwork, and let me wait more than a year before I was told that I was never 

put on the list, that instead, I had been rejected.  I had called every month to check on where I was on the 

list.  It was only after about a year of waiting I was told to come back to Harlem and refile the application!

Can you imagine my anger, irritation, and to find out my application had been shredded months before!  I

had been waiting, calling only to find my application was gone.  I had to travel back to Harlem, regather my 

documents, and I am no closer to finding housing than I was two years ago!

After more than a two year wait only to find out I have to completely restart! So I am approaching people, 

companies, and corporations for help. I am seeking to borrow enough funds to build a small Granny Flat.

I am not going big,  I am going sensible.   I am approaching Walmart, small companies that build small 

homes, Ace Hardware, Lowe's and Best  Buy,  I  have my fingers crossed. Just