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Some here and there and general disrepair…and my Swan Song

Forever being the ass, at least I refrained for twenty-four. But no more. Because time has gotten short, and I want it on the record. I hate Mother’s Day. And ditto for Dad’s.

After numinous institutions and foster homes, I arrived at the orphanage without a backstory. There being no drama, romance, nor parable of purpose and resilience in just flat-out and simply being abandoned.

And for me, this plot point came late, in ward of the state years, as I was in my early teens- my brothers being younger-when my parents began to disown, discard, and disavow the three of us.

So I arrived at the orphanage without a recognizable and relatable tale of woe. No drunk driver wrong way-ing an exit lane. No shipwreck in the Greek Isles. No Jet Setting jet crash. Just a Mom and Dad that ditched their kids.

Parents who simply didn’t give a shit, is not a story one can dine out on. No appetite for that at all. On Mother’s Day, I make it a point, and I’m happy to dine alone.

Coda ..when he was a couple of months new. Snz and I really miss him.

This most recent Mother’s Day was actually very nice. Spent it with Snz’s Mom And Dad.

My Swan Song

  1. I’m writing more about Mother’s Day on Friday. But I’m spinning it a bit. You may or may not like it

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