Blyss in Heaven, the Story

Copyright © 2009 by Bill Vyers.

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Contents

Prologue

Blyss in Heaven Ministries

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

Dedication

I wish to dedicate this book to my one and only God. Without whom it would not have been possible to have the stamina to complete

the books in the Blyss in Heaven series. Thank you God,

and may we all continue to receive your blessing.

Prologue

This book was actually written while I was in jail. The book was handwritten in pencil on notebook paper. It was written in fourteen days. Take note of the amount of days it took me to write the book. It will become apparent the importance of the number as you finish reading this book. I wrote almost constantly until I developed a huge blister on the ring finger of my right hand. I had to get Band-Aids to help me finish writing.

This book is about my daughter. I felt it was important that you read this book first and fall in love with my child. I don’t think I could have loved any deeper or sincerer as I did for Blyss. Read this book to know her. Her true story doesn’t start until the end of this book. All five books in the Blyss in Heaven series need to be read in order starting with this book. There were so many good things I could have written so I had to take the highlights of her life to show you how she lived and what made her Blyss. If I had written all I wanted to, the book would have filled a library. This is how special this child is. You will notice also that I always refer to Blyss in the present tense. Blyss is always alive in my mind and heart forever. God has led me to write this and it’s to His glory that I wish to hope to bless anyone that reads the series. God bless and keep you.

Blyss in Heaven Ministries

Blyss in Heaven—The Story

Blyss in Heaven—The letters

Blyss in Heaven—The jail letters

Blyss in Heaven—The cemetery poems

Blyss in Heaven—The jail poems

Blyss in Heaven—The CD

Blyss in Heaven—Illustrated

Blyss in Heaven—The conclusion

Blyss in Heaven—The Job of Modern Times

Chapter 1

People might wonder why I would write a book like this. The fact is that, if I don’t, people will never know the truth about the events I am going to describe. No, this is not a work of fiction or a fantasy of a delusional mind. I am quite sane and have all my facilities working perfectly. I write the truth of a father’s love for his daughter. People don’t usually talk of such things. It’s always the maternal side that has the tight, close bonds of parental leadership. This is not the case, as will be shown later. Here of late, I have been called the Job of modern times. That sounds so Biblical yet so firm in its description. Yes, there is a lot of religion written here but also some torrid sex, deceit, and a lot of hate. This is the story of one man’s life that ended up being dedicated to his wonderful child: a daughter who was the joy of his life.

Before I get into this story, I need to give a lot of background as to how my life and my character were formed. It starts like a Charles Schultz character in Peanuts started a novel. Snoopy started by saying it was a dark, stormy night. And so it came to be on a dark, stormy night of April 25, 1950 when it all began. This was an idyllic time that I have always loved in history. It was after World War II and all the baby boomers were being produced. That included me. My parents, who were simple farm folks, married on August 28, 1948. Dad was eighteen and mom was fifteen. That was okay in the olden days. Dad worked hard and mom kept house. Times were hard but they were also worth it. Dad was born in Emhouse, Texas and Mom, in Ensign, Texas. These are very small towns south of Dallas, Texas. Of course, I was born in Ennis, Texas also. I wish I could remember my doctor but I have forgotten who my mother said it was. But I do remember her telling me it was 3:10 a.m. on that uneventful day that I was born. To be honest, I don’t remember any of it. This is what I’ve been told by my parents.

It’s hard to describe but I do have flashbacks of my life as early as one year old. I see faces. I hear voices. I guess I am blessed, or cursed, because I remember almost everything in exact detail. I even see the colors or smell the odors of things years past. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not a superman or anything but I do have a registered IQ of 168. Sometimes, that alienated me from others. Not that I feel superior to them but it clouds my mind at the time it takes for people to react to situations. It’s like a lot of people have a slowness built into their brains. Anyway, it was in 1951 when Dad joined the Air Force. He went in as a mechanic but was utilized as a chaplain by the military. He had surrendered to the ministry just after he and mom married. Mom had to drive to South Carolina in their old Studebaker Commander. It was salmon colored with a glossy black top. For some reason we went through Pensacola, Florida. I still feel the salt water and sand in my diaper as we splashed for a while on a hot summer day at the beach. Other things happened, but they were not that important as this story is not about me as such. One important thing at this time is that my Dad was going to be sent to South Korea. He did his training and I still see him waving as he was boarding a green colored DC-3. The door hadn’t shut and we saw dad and another man get back off with their duffel bags. They went into a building and a couple of hours later Dad came out and said he had been reassigned to an Air Force base in Grand Prairie, Texas. It wasn’t until a week later that we heard the plane he was on had crashed in the Atlantic, killing everyone on board. It was at that time Dad became a full-time minister. He was sure God had spared him and us the ordeal of his being killed so far from home. This was in 1953. Since the Air Force base was located next to Chance Voight, (now called LTV), it was natural for him to start working there after his enlistment was over. Long story short, he got laid off in 1959 and we moved back to Ennis, Texas. Dad worked as a policeman, a fireman, and finally the terminal manger for Central Freight Lines. All the time, Dad was a pastor somewhere. It was this way until 1972; four years after I graduated high school.

So you see I was a smart kid that was both a military brat and the son of a preacher man. My earliest recollection of church was in 1955, when I sang The Old Rugged Cross as my mother played piano. That started my music career. I don’t think I ever missed a Sunday at church until I met my first wife, Sandra. Sandra and I were married on Oct 14, 1968. She was already pregnant with our first child, Courtney Lynn. I loved that little bundle so much. For the formative years we were inseparable. In the bi-centennial of our nation, 1976, Lindsay Allison was born only to be followed eleven months later by twin boys Billy Earl Jr. and Benjamin Ellery. During this time I was in college, working a full-time job and teaching in my own music store. Vyers Music Company was a big hit. I had a store in Ennis and one in Corsicana. A break-in forced me to halt music sales for several years but I kept on teaching. Our life got harder and for some reason I didn’t want to grow up. I developed a very bad temper and I, also being in the military, learned a lot of martial arts that made my temper dangerous. In 1984, during which three people tried to rob me, I fought so hard I killed one man and put the other two in the hospital without as much as a scratch on myself. It was right then and there that I swore I would never lose my temper or fight in anger again. Everything was kept quiet and only a handful of people know. But that didn’t stop the rumors about the damage it did to my mind. My wife and I separated and divorced in 1986. My children were devastated, as was I.

I had several girlfriends for several years but I was faced with the dilemma of my kids. I made stupid mistakes and was eventually told by my wife to leave them and her alone or she would make me sorry. I was so upset; I couldn’t even keep a job. As it turned out, I was working for a truck driving school when I accidentally met my second wife, Bobbie Sue. My kids still came over to my house even though Sandra had said no, and there was instant hatred between my kids and Bobbie. They hated her because they could see right through her and because she was the same age as my oldest daughter.

I married Bobbie Sue because to drive a big rig as a team, you had to be man and wife. So I went out on the road and left my kids behind. I hated driving a truck and constantly told Bobbie Sue so. At that time, I could make more money on the computer than breaking my back driving around the continental forty-eight states. I gave her the choice of staying home or driving on. She left without a thought; this was in 1993. I was getting along with my kids just fine until one day I came home and my house was completely empty. Even the dishes were gone. She had come in and taken everything and left me for several months.

She came back in November of 1993 and told me she was pregnant by another married man who didn’t want anything to do with her or the baby. My Christian upbringing told me what to do. We told everyone the child was mine. This is the beginning of the real story of Blyss Eternal Vyers. She turned out to be one of the most fantastic kids of all time and I can say I was very proud to be her father.

Chapter 2

Let’s go back to a very hot night in July. In fact, it was July 18, 1994 to be exact. I had my telescope out waiting for the comet Shumaker-Levy to start hitting the planet Jupiter. I really couldn’t see much through the telescope looking in the sky but it was the fact that I was watching a comet hit another planet that was fascinating to me. History was unfolding before my very eyes. I had said that Bobbie Sue was pregnant and at this time she was ready to pop. During her pregnancy, I made sure she had everything she needed. For example, on the morning of July 19th, 1994, she woke me up to go to Jack-in-the Box to get her a fajita pita at 2:00 a.m., which I gladly did. During the day after lunch, she went into labor. Her labor lasted several hours. It was starting to get dark. I was getting ready to go home and watch the biggest piece of the comet hit Jupiter. All of a sudden, her contractions started coming faster. Up until this time, she had refused pain medications but as I got close to her to comfort her, she grabbed both my ears, twisting them, and told me to go get the doctor and give her the damn shot. She really hurt my ears, yet I went and got the doctor. He gave her the shot. The time was about 8:30 p.m. The comet was getting closer. The doctor, my sister, a nurse, and I were in the delivery room. The doctor was telling Bobbie Sue to push as hard as she could. I was taking pictures of all things. He had her all spread apart and the comet was entering the atmosphere of the giant planet. All of a sudden, there was a huge scream, the camera went off, and the comet ploughed into the gaseous surface of Jupiter. It was at that instant that my daughter was born. See, I told you I accepted this precious gift