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…
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