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Slanz was pretty damn perfect as far as humans go. Dedicated Son who just adored his sister, Aunts, Uncles, and thousand cousins. Pap pap and Nanny were super hero status in his book. He loved when people compared him to Pap Pap Bray. The man worshipped his children, treated my parents like his own. Family was the only thing that mattered. He never once called me anything other than my name except My love, Mi Amor, Mitawin, Beautiful. He single handedly built ANY self esteem that I ever had. He was the fixer AKA "Captain Save a Ho". He would do anything for anyone at anytime. He loved his friends and neighbors. He was a tender of the forest and its creatures. He could build and or fix anything. When he did a job he made sure to do it right. A Real Man who prayed to God with his Rosary first thing without fail every single morning at 4:45am. He had an iron will and he could outwork most everyone who dared try to help him. The intensity of his work ethic drove us all crazy and yet we knew he was a hero for doing it. He was not racist, he was not homophobic. He rarely drank almost never smoked, didn't gamble and didn't lie or cheat. He wasn't perfect perfect, everyone has a past and Slanz was a Hot, Bad Boy in the sex, Drugs,and Rock and Roll Era. My perfectly Godly Gentlman Bad Boy always With a side Hustle. When we started my Da was skeptical of Slanz and honestly did not care for him very much....., in the end Slanz was his von and very best friend.. Two Days after Slanz was shot, Dad had 2 quarts of fluid drained from his lungs revealing stage 4 lung cancer. Losing Slanz was too much for him and he gave up trying to hang on, died a week before Christmas. As sick as Mac must've been at the time he made the 3 hour journey to our home on Foxtail to have that magical week with family. I'm so grateful for the memory of he and our family celebrating a week of summer's end in DCl. Everyone left home on Sunday and my dearest beloved was ripped from us In a New Tork minute on Monday. I' could not maintain our home which Slanz designed the blueprints and built for our family and I have moved back to my childhood home Mac left me a ton of music that somehow I always knew I would be listening to and crying over his loss. One of many songs he always sang was Don Henley "In a New York Minute". He sang it a lot when my Mom passed. The repeatedly played song that guts me every time. Is "Next to you" which is the best part of that whole carton of cigarettes.. Total stinker central was that film. Great song, It causes a flood of all our best memories. And so I cry. Im still not brave enough to watch our 30 years of footage together because all I do is cry. Even watching tv alone is difficult. He whines of zi would start a show/series without waiting for him. EVEN though he WAS always watching things without me. See, not perfect. Still, it feels like a betrayal of sorts so I haven't been able to finish any of the series that we loved like Yellowstone. We left off where the daughter was shot. You know Come to think of it I think Slanz told me he watched that episode before I woke up that Sunday morning cause he couldn't help himself. Staying alone at the Garrett Inn the other night for the first time since we were pregnant my first born was a sad and lonely experience, So I asked reverently if Slanz might come sit and watch "Naked and afraid" just hoping for Mahignon to prestigitcize himself next to me. I decided to fill in for him tearing down each contestant just as he always did screaming at them how stupid they are. Making damn sure the world knows that My husband could've beat all those people. Other than how much he loved family and his gorgeous locks of curl, he could build me a fire and shelter in any environment and weave those fish basket, snare traps, or shoot down a bird/beast with a slingshot/bow and arrow. Boomerang, Etc. Etc. He could legit do it all. Bear Grtlls had nothing on Slanz. Mostly, Slanz was Safety conscious and would never shoot anyone or anything whether a mistake or otherwise. Unless of course, it was self defense. If God Forbid he did shoot someone accidentally or otherwise even he would clean and dress that persons wound with his first aid kit while he called for help. If the person needed CPR/he would administer it properly as he was trained to do. Finger splint- he could carve it. Rattlesnake bite- he would catch it to make certain the victim had the proper antivenin. I say these things with any exaggeration Mrs. Puffs would've definitely given him many gold stars. If he killed an animal, it was only for survival. Someone shot and killed a hero when the world desperately needs more heroes. Someine owes a life debt so an accounting must be assessed. Someone should confess and repent so that life can move on for the family. Not to mention the greater good of the community as a whole who as of yet remains in such High danger of a reoccurrence. Please for the Love of God and the good of us all, show penance and face justice so that you can atone and work towards a plan that will begin a negotiation of forgiveness. No lynch mob nor pound of flesh. A true chance at redemption. Please and Thank You. The sooner the better, Aho.