I just saw the news the Glen Campbell has passed away at the age of 81. When his first top ten single came out, "Witchita Lineman", I was 9 years old. While many of my friends were into the Beatles, the Stones, and other rock music, I preferred to listen to the likes of Neil Diamond, …
A heartfelt goodbye to Chester Bennington of Linkin Park, someone who not known personally, made a big difference in Zebra Mom’s life at a time when she really needed it.
I also said goodbye this week to a musician made their mark on my life, Kenny Shields of the Canadian rock group Streetheart. They were part of the Regina bar scene when I was in university and one of their members was a classmate of mine. They agreed to play at our residence Christmas party which gave me a bunch of brownie points! But it was much more than that. It made them approachable and just like the rest of us.
Much like Chester did for Zebra Mom.
RIP Chester and Kenny.
This week has been really tough for me.
On Thursday night I heard the news and broke down. A friend or a family member didn’t die. One of my saviours did.
Many moons ago, I was an angry teenager. I was angry at myself and at the world. As an adopted person, you ask so many questions. Why me? Why wasn’t I good enough to keep? In addition to the pain of abandonment, I always felt different. Something was never quite right. I couldn’t do things other people could. My frustrations came out as anger.
I felt alone and out of place, no matter who I was with.
At 16 I was on a path of self destruction, everyone was out to get me, or so I believed. The world was a crappy place and I was just surviving in it. I felt no one really cared and ignored the…
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