Funnily enough, through the years friends often asked me why I never pursued info on Wes. I simply wasn't interested - I already had a dad - Jack McConvey. Why bother with someone that clearly had no interest in me. But then there were some nagging things that kept cropping up and some parts of my basic nature that simply didn't mesh with my family as I knew them. I mention again the dark side. Clearly Wes was a troubled individual as those pieces of my personality I can attribute to him are not pleasant at all. If interested he can be viewed on my Facebook page in the Family and Friends album.
Wes clearly was not as fortunate as I to have a group of friends as solid and stable as those I aquired upon moving to California just prior to entering the 5th grade. Those guys have remained close over the years and were honestly the primary reason I turned out the way I did. They set a high bar to live up to and I was just insecure enough and shy enough to want to emulate them. Other than becoming a successful professional as they did (architect, dentist, airline pilot for starters) I succeeded IMHO.
So why did my mother lie to me until her death? Guess I'll never know. It does explain though why she had a better relationship with my brother and sister. Technically they're half brother and sister but that has never been part of the lexicon for any of us. The biggest issue between them and me is generational - I'm 10 years older than my sister and 11 years older than my brother.
Fast forward a bit. So here we are today. I am primary caregiver to my wife, who suffers from Huntington's Disease - and supporting my daughter's family as they live here with us so my daughter can help with her mother. Luckily I work at home full time as it only takes a computer to be a copywriter/content specialist. Obviously I spend a lot of time on the computer - it's how I relax as well as make a living. Not exactly the life I envisioned for myself when I was young but these are the cards I was dealt. So I play them. I am occasionally bitter that the end of Lynn's and my life has been stolen by a genetic condition that may yet affect both kids (each has a 50% chance of having HD. And if one of them has it there are the grandkids to worry about.) I am constantly irritated by the fact that Lynn has had a third of her life taken from her and she is slowly succumbing in a most dehumanizing manner. She did nothing to deserve this but as they say - bad things can happen to good people. If there is a god she clearly is humorless. Kharma? Who knows. I guess until the switch is turned off on me I will keep looking for answers.
OK - I feel better, time for a beer! Tomorrow political correctness hits the keyboard.
Todays selections include a Ron Ryan composition done fairly well by the late Oliver Reed
Here's a great song about whatever you want it to be about - well actually it's an anti-war song by Ed Ames - my favorite vocalist
This one's self explanatory....