Wow where do I begin? Connie and I had a special bond.
We all know the story of Connie, He was one of a kind. He did his drugs but got clean. He married Myrna and had a third daughter, Mia. He was finally clean and happy and then his whole life changed in a minute, He became ill with a terminal disease.
I sat with him at my kitchen table with Stevie, who by the way called him daddy.
We would talk about his death and his furneral wishes, which were not honored.
I said my good-byes to Connie at home.. If I had gone to his funeral there would have been a big brawl with the people who shunned him and now they had the nerve to show up at his funeral. You all know who you are.
Love you, Stephanie