Let me go back. I came to Canada when I was 5, so 1973. My parents were already separated/divorced, I honestly don’t know which. We all lived full time with Mom, and seen Dad once in a while. By the time was 15, I didn’t see him anymore. In my early 20′s I tried to reacquaint myself with him. My Uncle Steve, his brother, was a Dj. I actually was closer to him than my dad. I used to go to his parties and we would hang out there. That eventually dried up and we just lost communication. Life goes on.
The final straw was when my oldest sister, Suzanne, passed away. That was february 26, 1994. This mother fucker didn’t even come to the funeral. His excuse was he had a flight to Trinidad. Here’s the kicker, he works for Air Canada and travels free whenever he wants.
Back to the original topic. My earliest memory of Leonard. I was 17, but it was probably earlier. I was already a bad kid and don’t recall to much about that time. I blocked out allot of stuff. The only reason I remember is because I moved out at 17 and didn’t talk to anyone in my family for a few years. I’m now 42. So that puts it at 25 years.
I was never close to Leonard, but we got along fine. I never seen him as a “step-dad” and he didn’t try to play that role. We respected each other and as far as I know, he was good to my Mom.
What will happen next? Will he pull through? Only God knows.
