The Mack Attack!!!!
I have been a waiting some time to address this funny issue...funny peculiar not funny ha ha...some time back my eldest sister and I went for a drive up into the mountains to a vineyard - yes I know - to be a teetotaler is best but - on the drive up we went past about a half a dozen huge and scary Mack Trucks all a loaded up with stone from the quarries...the road was not much wider than the trucks so we clung to the edges - but no we did not get killed although we haw hawed with laughter knowing about the Mack Attack joke inside our family. today on my way home out of town two nasty looking Mack trucks nearly took me out on narrow roads with not much room to spare - but hey here I am for better or for worse - so I lived to enjoy another day - but also to tell this story... please suspend any belief in family loyalty and love for this little episode... - when your husband is really sick and then is killed by medicos don't think your extended family will cut you a little slack ... rather they go the other way in their smug little self contained worlds... so whats with the MACK trucks you may ask???
As we all know there is an old saying about getting "hit with a Mack Truck" and its always been one of my favourites...I often say..."Okay but whatever happens I might get hit by a Mack Truck today" which means to me... value the people you are with, the things you do because who knows this might be your last day - there really might be a Mack Truck with your name on it out there...I have used this term almost all my adult life - hey even Mae West used the same term all those years ago...

So the issue is that in about 2002 when finally so hurt and frustrated by an elder sister's letter saying that it would be my fault if she didn't see my husband before he died - and after she returned my mail - I wrote "What would it take... a Mack truck to wake you up?" We all know what that means... it meant just get a grip and have a reality check but no this sister took it to mean that I was a coming for her with a Mack Truck - honestly. She convinced her family, husband etc and then my other sister's husband that yes mad and bad old Therese was capable of this - a mack truck a coming for you sister...

Unbelievable!
Brother in law number two then was warned that I might even then harm his wife with a bloody mack truck...ha ha...

Like how many gears does a mack truck have? Please someone tell me. I have never learned to drive anything other than an automatic VW van - and I think I would have trouble even getting inside a Mack truck...the old back is a bit rigid these days.

I know from someone who used to know these creepy people that they talked about this as if I might even do it... all the while Don and I were battling just for him to stay alive...each day was scary - the furthest I got was in town to do groceries and banking whilst paying for someone to stay with him - even after he was killed they did not let up.

So everytime a Mack truck doesn't take me out I have a little chuckle... can have a picture in my mind of my bunny hopping a mack truck down my little road - much less driving it all the way into another state where my sister and her smug husband live - so respectable...and so stupid.

Why this has come about is that my sister accused me of doing the very worst thing a wife could do to a disabled husband...of intercepting her faxes to him and answering them in his name...all untrue...and she would have known this as she stayed with us often enough and saw how we were together. He had been bed bound at that time and I delivered all his mail and he responded. He even contacted a JP to notarise each letter to say that he had seen and responded to her silly demands. The JP was astounded at the lengths Don went to to clear my name. For a disabled person and their wife to interfere with their autonomy is a huge crime...worse than having an affair in my mind.

Finally in frustration and because he was as upset as I was and rightfully so, Don made a DVD before he died...stating truth...a truth that is too uncomfortable for my sister and her husband to listen to -it was returned unopened which upset my husband a lot as he had been so ill when he made it... last year when another brother in law was killed ( one of the good ones sadly) this scummy lot generated the rumour that I might do something to my sisters when they came over for the funeral - lucky that my two other sisters knew better... out of all this I have realised that it does not take all that much for people to blacken your name - but luckily my kids and two sisters know the truth...as far as those who have intimated I might run over them all with the Mack truck I can not even drive...nor afford to drive... -

Its so funny ...when Melissa and Alison were home on Don's birthday in 2009, we made a home video sending up a "Mack Attack" and every time we watch It we laugh so hard we hurt our throats...if ever I feel down remembering happier times before Don was killed... I put this video on... its such a bloody good send up of the relatives who have injured our family too much - and my Mack Truck is my old Kombi van all dizzied up...but still an automatic... and with all th grunt VW's are know for - ha...like a line of traffic behind me as I drive up a hill...

I know they will read this they can't help themselves.

Sorry regular bloggers but this had to be dealt with and its my only way of contacting maybe one day they will grow up and have the guts to watch Don's DVD. The one reason my sister and her husband have not watched Don's DVD is that they haven't got the guts to see the truth because then they will have to face the real truth - that my elder sister lied to the whole family about me. Then they can cease pretending to be looking over their shoulders in case I finally learn to drive 23plus gears of a Mack Truck and run them down - -as if... Talk about thick as two planks...

It does still upset me. The relationship my little family have together is very special. My sister sought to and has achieved with some of the family a lessening of respect of our family's love for each other.

I reckon I could look pretty mean behind the wheel of one of these rigs - but might need a ladder to get in...