Life huh...

So, I just received some family stuff after my father died. This morning, drinking coffee, I flipped through an old photograph album and found these kids. The kid on the left is David, an old neighbour. The other three – my two brothers and I. The kid next to David is my brother Cameron. He was a lovely boy and a quiet, peace loving man who just want to be free of the bipolar that plagued him and only his death allowed that. I miss him. Rest in peace. Next to him is the other male I am biologically related to. I can’t say anything nice there so I move onto the girl. That’s me in 1972. I would have been 9 years old…don’t do the math – I’m 49. I look at her and think I really haven’t changed that much – same face, messy hair and attitude. I had not the slightest inkling what adventures, fun, heartache and craziness I would be in for. I think I’ve held up okay and I’d probably still wear socks with sandals…