Journal – June 26, 1981 – 9:30 p.m. Dad. Accident. Broken back. XXX June 26, 1981 – 9:00 p.m. I was in my apartment. Pillows stacked behind my back, working on a crossword puzzle. I heard the sirens of an ambulance. I stopped what I was doing and looked towards the window facing the street …
That Friday night, we all waited in the waiting room. Mom, me and my 4 sisters and brother. After what seemed like forever, I remember the doctor came out and told us that Dads back was broken and he said Dad would be paralyzed from the waist down. They were flying him to St. Michael´s …
We had spent the next month taking turns visiting Dad at St. Mike´s. My brother, my boyfriend at the time and I spent the weekend if the 24th in Toronto visiting him. He was in great spirits and we left to come back home happy that he was doing so well. But in the back …
I guess the reason I chose to start the beginning of my story with an ending of another´s is because it´s a crucial point in my life. Or maybe because my life was naturally leading me to a world of music. Songwriting and singing. Learning to play piano… then it was abruptly shut down. Or …
Mom lived in a small little town in Northern Ontario. She was the youngest child of three. She had flaming red hair and wanted to be a professional dancer. And she loved music. Dad was born in Prince Edward Island and his mother had 19 children. 12 survived. 9 boys and 3 girls. All of …
I remember my childhood to be very typical. Just like everyone else´s. I think the things that made our family unique was that because there were 6 of us, we didn´t really need friends. We had them, but we were just as happy playing with each other and as we aged, we still enjoyed spending …
There was an announcement in high school that there was going to be a beauty pageant. My friend and I decided that we were going to enter. So we did, and I decided, naturally, that my choice of entertainment would be to sing. So my friend and I got together as often as we could …
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My teenage years were very typical. They were uneventful years, the life of a normal teenage girl. High school September through to June. Then summer jobs. The last year of highschool, I decided to move in with my boyfriend. It was cool to have my own space, no one to tell me what to do, …
After Dad died, we all fell apart. We all dealt with the loss in our own way. My relationship fell apart as well. We went back and forth a few times, but whatever we had was lost. I wasn´t the same person anymore and I can imagine he had no idea at 18 years old, …