Feb 3, 2020

I don’t know if you would call it a natural disaster, but something happened in my life to make me very unhappy. That’s a disaster if you ask me. My mother died when I was eight. Eight years old. And that was a disaster to me. From eight years old on up to now, I had no anyone you’d call my mother, but I had relatives and good friends. They were supportive.

I had my sister Gail. She’s younger [than I am] because my mother died when she was very small. I think I was somewhere around eight years old. And I can’t remember it completely, but I know that I was on my own from the time I was eight years old on. I took care of Gail to some degree, but we had grandparents and aunts and uncles and other relatives. And good friends.

I think my mother was around 35 when she died. She wasn’t sick, but she might’ve gotten sick just temporarily.