Mom and I have never been close. Not that it was a bad thing, but with the whole “husband comes out of the closet” thing and me being gay, she let Dad bring me up. And allowed herself to become the “bad cop” in the discipline department. I was the last of 5 kids and she was ready to start into creating her own life as soon as I was able to walk. I don’t regret her need for independence, it in fact made me more independent than most kids my age. While a teenager, I was an artist and a punk in some ways and she was a tried and true Accountant. You can see the conflict a mile away, like some CW reality TV show, sans Tyra Banks. Yet I’ve always said my mother is the most liberal conservative I know. She’ll reinstate the death penalty for tax evaders yet she is the most accepting person regarding gay marriages I know. I kid. But there is some truth to that. In her mellowing years I’ve noticed that she’s become more traditional and conservative and set in her ways.

After Dad’s death I’ve made a definitive effort to repair our relationship and for the most part it’s coming along nicely. She says she will be making arrangements to move from Brockvegas to Toronto in the near future so she can be closer to family and things she really likes to do (Shop at Holt Renfrew). I’m actually looking forward to it.

My Dad? If you’ve been following my blog for any amount of time, you’ll know that I consider him a saint. Here are some posts:
Coming out to my Dad
My speech to Nominate Dad For Pride Grand Marshal
I joke with my father to see if he’ll get back together with mom.
My dad’s fear of blood and hospitals.

On Monday, April 25th, it will, would have been, his birthday. Miss you, you old fart!