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In memory of Stan F Nelson Dec 31 1941@ 1200AM - March 12 2005 @ 6:26AM

September 17th, 2007

Well it has been a while since I have put anything on here, but as you can see, a lot of my domains have gone, and cauldroncat.com and ladymorgana.com have changed.  So with that........

My father was a very great and good man.  He served this country in both Korea and Nam, becoming an exceptional pilot in the process.  He was the best father a girl could ask for, and he did everything and anything to protect us.  He sacrificed much and asked little in return.  He was a selfless man who believed in honor, commitment to his word and most importantly, within the lesson he taught me as a child, he knew that there was ALWAYS two sides, and never ever take action or draw conclusions based on knowing just one.

I miss my father.  When I see the right clouds, I think that it would of been a good day to go glider flying, when I go to the beach, I remember Hawaii as a child, and learning to surf.  And even now, driving my Rocket (my car)  I remember the fun I had when my father taught me to drive in a Porsche.

To give you a clue at to his love for me.  When I was attending a boarding school in Florida while I was growing up, my Father called and asked me what I wanted the most at that moment.  I laughed and asked him to be serious,  and he told me he was.  So for grins and giggles I told him that I wanted a dictionary, and a good Pizza.  Well, Two hours later, I hear the sound of a very big helicopter, and all of my classmates looked around.  Someone came running down the hallway, yelling, there is a helicopter in the soccer field.  The whole school was out there, and sure enough,  there was my father, with a HUGE helicopter (one of the loudest there was, and I cannot divulge what kind, because I want to protect his memory) behind him, in his flight suit, with a Pizza in one hand, and a dictionary in the other.  THAT, he told me years later, he did because he loved me and wanted to see me smile.

June 23, 2005

Ok, all of you know that I was Wiccan since the 70's, but no longer, please see the other pages for an explanation on that, as was my mother.  The first picture is proof positive that I was.  I was born in 65, and if memory serves, this  was done in the 70's. 

Well he lost his battle to Leukemia (a very rare form of it) March in 2005, though I did not find out about it until April, by the request of my father.  I will be adding a LOT to this site as time goes on and as I work through my grief. 

My father was what you call a Renaissance man.  "Super Man" to me, the best father, who got the "Missing man" formation flown for him at our nations Arlington Cemetery in Washington D.C.  He was loved, respected and had many friends in this lifetime.  And I WANT to share these photos of him.  

I will write more of him later.  But suffice it to say, he was VERY loved.

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http://Chazxat.com about Dad  Morgana Starr Branham