10-03 Ann

I was born April 1959 to Ian Bulloch and Beth Francis after a quick romance, which unfortunately did not pan out. And that's me at one year of age.
Nevertheless, I worshipped my father. He was my hero. No matter where I was placed in the Bulloch family, I knew I was loved by my grandparents, uncles and aunts.
Uncle Peter was like my older brother, Uncle Robert introduced me to the joys of rock and roll when I was about ten, and Uncle John became a second father to me. Grandma and Grandpa treated me like their daughter during the many times that I lived with them at 22 Owen Blvd. We had some good times.
My mother remarried and I was taken away from my beloved Toronto, but Dad caught every opportunity to see me at the farm or Grandma or Grandpa's cottage. Here is one of my favourite childhood photos with my Dad. He always brought me the coolest clothes and jewellery and made me feel special.
When I met his wife Meg, she treated me with much respect. I could not help but love her. There was not a fake bone in her body, and we got along very well.
I grew up as we all did, made some mistakes of my own, but eventually settled into a stable marriage with Mark. We married in 1995, and I was so proud that the Bulloch family celebrated our nuptials with us.
I think the highlight of my wedding was that my beloved cousin Peter made it up to Guelph as well. We danced and joked around a bit. It was the last time I saw him.
I never thought I would have a baby due to feminine issues, but learned I was four weeks pregnant, just three days after Peter's funeral. I guess it was meant to be. One door opens when another door closes.
Ben was born February 28, 1997. I named him Benjamin Peter. He suited his name beautifully. A huge memory was the weekend that Dad drove up to Guelph to meet his first grandson. The attached photo is priceless. Dad looks rather proud.
That same weekend, Mark and I took the baby down to Grandma’s condo and we all went over to Swiss Chalet for a huge meal. To Grandma, Swiss Chalet was fine dining. Ben was introduced to the family and the group of photos says it all.
Thanks to Uncle John and Aunt Mary, they enabled Dad and I to do some serious bonding at their home in Tottenham whenever he visited, and we made up for lost time. Dad and Mark became the best of friends.
Things change as they always do. Dad passed away in 2009 and is sorely missed. He will forever be my hero.
And now my handsome son is turning 20 on February 28th 2017. This blows my mind.
I am lucky to have such a loving family after all the circumstances I endured over the years. I was never judge, and always loved.