I am not a cold hearted person, or cruel in any way, just self preserving. Yeah, that's it! ;)
So in the following section, I have placed my personal information, information on my father who I am looking for, and something I wrote to/about my mother one day in 1999.
Present Name: John Dunn
Present Address: Toronto, Ontario Canada
Date Of Birth: November 16 1970
Mother's Maiden Name: Mary McLeod from PEI
Mom (Mickie) is now sleeping for ever with God after a long battle with Severe Manic Depression:
My Mother Mary McIntyre (Present name) Also Known as Mickey within the loving circles of A.A., lived her early years as an alcoholic, lost her whole family of two daughters, and two boys, then, after cleaning up for five years, in an effort to get her children back, served within the A.A. community for over 15 years helping thousands of people get their lives back on track, or simply providing them with a very much needed strong supportive person who loved them unconditionally and gave each and every one of them friendship, with the most hardy laugh one could imagine.
Mom, I am sorry I did not visit you as much as I could have after meeting you that sunny day when I was 10 years (1980) old at the Catholic Childrens Aid Society on Maitland St. in Toronto.
I remember how I walked into the front lobby, and sat down beside some woman in the waiting area, watched this woman akwardly stare at me, making me feel uncomfortable, only to hear my social worker say "Oh, I see you two have already met".
Out flew the kleenex, and when you attacked me with flailing arms, I thought "Ahhhhh!!! some CRAZY woman is trying to KILL me, and no-one is doing anything about it!!!" That was you mom! You Crazy Woman... you were always crazy, and you laughed about your manic episodes, and you cried with me about your depressed episodes.
All I can say, is that now that you have decided to sit with your best friend in heaven, please realize that even though I did not visit much in the past 20 years, I really loved you, and I told all my friends about "OUR" story, and how cool you have always been to me and your other baby, Ronnie... (my older brother)... I love you mom. Take Care, See ya later.
My Two Sisters: Linda Dunn / Cathy Dunn (Now different last names)
My Brother: Ronnie Dunn (July 15th 1968) (Ronnald Daniel Roy Dunn)
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My Fathers Info: (What I have been told by my mother)
My Fathers' name is Larry Hastings. I was told he lived in Sudbury Ontario Canada Back in 1969ish (That is my guess as I was born in 1970)
He wanted to take care of my siblings but was not allowed back then... so to you Larry Hastings who lived in Sudbury, if you would like to meet your little boy, please give it a chance. I don't want anything, I just want to go into a park, and play a game of catch... I have never done that.
Anyhow, when I was sitting there listening and crying, I started typing anything that came to mind. Being in foster care, I used to hear the words, "You Are Just A Foster Kid" and other related phrases both from the care-givers, and from "normal people". And as the voices from the past started to echo in my head, I came up with the following.... the first part in large print is more of a visual effect that just came about after messing around with the words a little bit in MS Word.
I started out by typing the sentence I kept hearing in my head, then tried to make something of it. I ended up with a few repeating lines, with repeated bolding on every other word. This then changed to the next word on the next line, and so on.
After I was done, I looked at it, and noticed that if I blurred my eyes, there was a huge X through the whole paragraph, nullifying the very message, as if to say, "NO, YOU ARE NOT JUST A FOSTER KID!!!"
Pretty profound really!
YOU'RE JUST A FOSTER KID
YOU'RE JUST A FOSTER KID
YOU'RE JUST A FOSTER KID
YOU'RE JUST A FOSTER KID
I was drunk while writing this, so just remember, it was written right from my feelings as the words came into my head.