Next Passage--i have beatne Mental illness by vader

The curse is over.i have beaten it.i have beaten the nausea and all of the silly nightmares.I have beaten all of my silly fears.i have beaten the endless crying stints and i have beaten it..I am on the verge of really becoming a normal person.My confidence is on the verge of getting back and i am not fraid to sleep.I dont believe in vampires or werewolfs anymore..but these people exist in fairy tales.Dracula was one of of its kind.It is a wonderful book and i always reread.i just finished.This was my 5 th time.Another book that I love and i mean really love is A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens and it is wonderful to reread this again.But here is something that I will say and i will say it once...noone really recovers from the death of a parent.True,your life does go on..but you are faced with an empty void that cannot be replaced.And I have had a very good life.I will tell you some of the places that my fantastic father took us.He took me,Frank and Stanley in 1958...we went to Cooopertown,New York.This place is world famous because it is one of the worlds most famous museum on baseball and in 1958...i saw stuff about Ty Cobb.My father had a lot of books on Cobb..but lets face it...dad..mr.Cobb wasnt a nice person.He just was baseball and i couldnt be like this for my music...people do need other people.we must reach out. and to just be mean ..it isnt worth it.Then in 1959...at the age of 12...my father took my mother and I to see Take Me Along.It starrred the late great Jackie Gleason and believe me...mr.Gleason was great and this is something noone seems to understand.Some people are just born very,very talented and Mr.Gleason was one of my idols.I used to see the The Honeymooners..And guess what? DO you know this fact? Ed Nortons salary on The Honeymooners was 62.50 a week...that is right.62.50 a week.This is what my late father made.Dad decided to buy  a house and guess what? My parents worked 21 years to get a house....he didnt like the area..but it was a house and we each had our own room.then daddy took the test to go into the post office where he was until he died.my late father was 43 years old when he became a mailman and my late father really studied.Daddy had the highest mark on the test...he had 98.3...and that guy in back of him had 100 and this is what they looked at in then1960s...marks.work etc and my dad carried mail until he got real sick...and i will never forget when he was sick and I will never forget my father.But before he got sick..my late father saved all of the change and took my mother,.frank and the children up to Hyde Park,New York...which is the birth place of Franklin Delano Roosvelt.There was a statue outside of mr.Roosevelt.My father asked the bus driver to take a picture.My father stood up to the statue and said"Mr. Roosvelt...I want to thank you for saving my life." And then all of us cried,especially my father and he taught me a work ethic and he taught me honesty and he taught me how to save my change and such and he was just a happy go lucky guy and i will never have crappiness or mood swings again.