So, my dad died of a heroin overdose on Thanksgiving Day, 1967.
Ten years later, my step-father bailed on my mom and me after she got cancer. He wanted a younger and healthier model, I suppose.
My mom was in and out of remission with 3 different types of cancer for 15 years before she passed away when I was 24 years old.
Seems a wee bit bleak, right? Perhaps, but I bloody well choose not to see it that way.