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A Vocabulary Lesson

It’s been two years and one month since I’ve spoken to my son. That’s how long it’s been since he was murdered.

This week I’ve been thinking about how much of my vocabulary Corey created. He had his own way of saying things when he was 2 years old. I didn’t realize it then, but later in life he’d be diagnosed with a verbal communications learning disability. But at that time, I thought his speech was normal for his age. Some of the words he created then (and throughout his life) are still part of my daily vocabulary… at home.

Here are a few for your amusement:

Gazoobers- God Bless You… only used when someone sneezes.

Mussy- A nickname for Justin. A pre-cursor to Mustard. He told me Jussy was mussy (messy) one day and it stuck. Then when attempting to call Justin by his full name I instead yelled “MUSTARD!” So there is a 23 year old man living in our home nicknamed Mustard because of Corey. Poor Mussy.

Hams- those handy things at the end of your arms (that hold up your fingers).

Feeps- like hams, but at the end of your leg.

chrench chrize- French fries.

Nucker Butt-chin- An integral part of the Song Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. While singing the traditional song of Rudolph, I was shouting out the little sayings between the phrases with the boys. Somehow Corey misheard “Like George Washington” as “Nucker Butt-chin”. We laughed so hard we cried!! Since then, that’s how we sing it.

Happy to you to you!- Happy Birthday To You (the song)

You think when you have children that you will raise your child in the perfect environment… or at least close to one. You won’t make any of the mistakes your parents made.

You’ll feed them the perfect food. Speak only perfect English (or language of choice). They will never have diaper rash, because they will wear cloth diapers treated in the perfect solution made of bleach and laundry soap… dried in the sun.

Your child will be perfect.
Because you will change the world for them.

Then you wake up one day and realize
they are the ones that have changed you.
The way you think.
The way you feel.
Even the way you define “perfect”

You set out thinking you will mold a young person’s mind.
Then you realize they’ve molded your “mime”.

Good night Co-we Danno Picklepish.

I love you.

I’m still looking for your murderer.

Gwen Carver

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