Hi Dad, If you are able to watch from heaven I want you to know what is going on...yes Dave asked for a Divorce after 30 years like you and Thelma (dirty, dirty)...But he made me move dad he built me a room in the recroom and for 3 to 4 months I had peace until one fateful day, he made me get out of the room and he tore it down and said I had to move out :( Katie was cheering him on as she wanted this just as much and I was treated like dirt...He drained my waterbed and said no more of these even though it eased the pain in my back and he ripped up the bladder and the casing and told me I had to buy a mattress. I had to go Mattress shopping with him and all of them killed my back except for a mattress that would cost two thousand dollars :( Of course I had to buy it when I had a perfectly good waterbed, sorry Dad I wasted your money:( Finally I found a low end Co-op for people on Welfare and not very friendly and all what I could take was delivered there to a 700 square foot Apt. I hated it there so much and I was on the floor with seniors that would not give me the time of day. .For 2  years and no visitors I just lived in the bedroom watching tv or going on the Internet, it was so lonely. .Not  one visit from the kids at all  as promised...Dave had to pay a few times when the rent went up the last time he said no more I will not pay a dime more. .another  place bought the Co op out and turned it into Condo's and the rent went sky high, I had nowhere to go, most people went to families ect… I had no choice but to move to the really bad part of the city where we rarely even drove and now I am living it, where hookers live and work and pimps, drug dealers, I got my scooter stolen with me on it, I was with someone I knew next door and we were going for a walk and this crazy guy high to the hills on something more then pot knocked me to the sidewalk hard and just stole it just like that...now he will have drug money for what ever he gets for it. .this is during the daytime...I can't be stuck in my rented room the rest of my life so I am, Suing Dave for divorce finally...would have done it long ago but I was terrified he would stop support and I would be in the streets... Dave tried that long ago when once again I would not give my address as the police advised and he took off 250.00 off my monthly amount. I was so upset the way he was trying to tell me what to do and punish me if he dis not get his way, the court will know about that for sure...Dad you thought he was such a nice man but I worried about his mental state constinly and a way to stop the effects from his Bipolar from bothering him. I called every place you could imagine and read and read about new drugs he could try, he would never go see anyone more then a regular doctor, my nerves were shot :( I loved my kids with everything I had and signs of epilepsy were coming on and I missed precious things at their school with them that haunt me to this day...but I was there for them as their mommy and he just could not be a dad only a friend which was sad...Katie is a mess now Chris is in the unknown but we talked about that, I am sorry I did not give you grandkids like Sherry and Connie I really tried but dave said no to everything...He felt everyone was talking behind our backs I knew this was not so and I knew I was going to lose my only family of siblings....I am sorry Dad I shamed you as I shamed myself the rest of my life I will just be mad at myself for loving someone with this illness...he could not help he got it and in good times he was a fantastic man, I miss those days and my siblings and you and Doreen, we will see each other again, love you dad forever:)

He was a very hard worker from collecting bottles at age 11 and giving all the money to my Baba to help out...then worked full time at 16 in the factories along side my Zaida not making much but they struggled and my Baba knew how to make money last with her great cooking:) My dad at 23 came to Winnipeg, Manitoba where he worked in the junk metal biz and he was making really good money for a long time until his parents said it was time to be married and he was raised by parents picking the wife and he knew my mother 2 weeks and he had to marry her. They had 7 children almost 8 but the baby died and my dad just went on with life so unhappy with not being in love. One day he met his true love and he waited until we were old enough (early teens) and explained to us why he had to leave the house.
Sure we were angry but as we grew up we understood why and it made sense. He lived a lot of years after that so happy and in love and i loved seeing him with his big crooked smile like mine and us being the only lefties and the only ones to talk about politics and play chess and go for long walks all those years of me being afraid he wasn't proud of me went away..my dad loved me:) But sadly he had to pass with so much pain and not one family member would tell me which home he was in or hospital when it was near the end.

I hope he forgives me for not being there to say goodbye i cried so many tears for my daddy just as many when i lost my daughter, i look forward to seeing them both when my turn comes:):)