Not much I know on him, just the stuff my mom & my half brothers tell me. He loved, the drink, that’s where I get it from, perhaps. He was a trucker, until the day he died. The moments I did spent, I do not remember, except when he met his grandson, Jeromy, and his look a like. That was the last time I saw him. I got a phone call the summer of 1997, from his wife, he had passed March 27th, he had already been cremated, I was devastated. Spent 5 hours in the bathtub.
Category: Family
My Mother
In order to truly understand me, you must meet one half of “Wadina”(we will get to that later. My mom, born Christina Cheryl McCutcheon, September 5, 1952. Born to Alga & William. This woman for the longest time was my idol, I thought she knew it all, little did I know she did the most damage to me. She was a “biker”, men constantly in and out of her life. An alcoholic, and drug user. She was both mentally & physically abuse, pretty much my whole life.
The Battle For Cheryl Lee’s Mental Health 