This is Fern, my biological grandmother, with my Mother and Uncle Robert the day she gave birth. I never met her. Fern died when these twins were 16. Seven years later I was born.
Fern's death would bring to light a tailspin of serious family and personal issues that continue to this day. Drug addiction, child abuse, alcoholism, lies, blah blah blah. I believe there are some good times in there as well which is part of the reason I want to (need to) write about it. Where are those good memories? Maybe I'm not remembering them on purpose. Maybe there aren't many to remember. I'm hoping to sort this confusion out with each picture and each post.
Welcome to This Life.
my life.
