Emma slumped a little. And sat next to me on the grass.
"Do you know anything of your father?" I shook my head, I was trying to find out. She smiled fondly.
"He was a great man, Loved your mother till his dying breath. You see back then there was a rivalry between Degrassi and Lakehurst and Jt your father some how got caught in the middle of it. He was a class clown and found trouble easily. Before your birth your father and mother broke up, so he later started dating the new girl Mia. She was a Lakehurst transfer. She tried to get him not to fight but at your mothers party, they got into an argument because your mother told Jt that she still loved him and he was shocked. So she ran thinking he didn't love her any more, he realized it was her all along and ran to find her, but as he looked for her he went to his car and there were two Lakehurst thugs, no one knows what was said but one of them stabbed your father. Your mother Liberty found him against his car about to die. They took him to the hospital and into surgery but he died on the table. They couldn't repair the damages, The thugs had punctured his aorta." A tear fell from her eye. And I tried to hold mine back.
"Did he love me?" She smiled at me and ruffled my hair.
"He didn't want to give you up." If he didn't want to give me up why was I adopted?
"Then why was I adopted?" She looked at her hands and Spinner looked at me.
"That is something your mother can explain." I looked up at him.
"Do you know where she is?" He sighed.
"No one has seen or heard from her since we left College, she threw her life into work after Jt died." I nodded and stood.
"Is his grandma still alive." Emma smiled.
"Yeah just turned 84 the other day, well take you to see her." We got back in the car and drove to a small white house. They nodded and I thanked them before I got out.
"Hey Sam wait up." Emma handed me a piece of paper.
"In case you need one of us, this is our number." I smiled before I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door. An elderly lady came to the door.
"May I help you?" She questioned.
"I was wondering if I could talk to you?" She looked me over and looked a bit shocked, she must of seen that I looked like my father too. She moved from the door and allowed me in.
"Come in." She went and sat in a wooden rocking chair while I sat on a green sofa.
"May I ask your name son?" I nodded looking at her and knowing that this was my great grandma.
"I'm Sam, Samuel James Yorke." I waited hoping it would dawn on her who I was so I didn't have to explain.
"Jame's son." I nodded.
"I should of known, you look just like him." She looked ready to cry I went to her and held her hand.
"I didn't mean to upset you." She just waved me off before she stood and walked over to the bookshelf in the corner.
"I should of known one day you would of come looking, you are a lot like your father. He was curious that was for sure." She went and sat back down in her rocking chair before she handed me a worn leather bound book.
"James would of never admitted it to his friends but he wrote in this almost every day. I tried to give it to Liberty but she refused to take it. She only took a few things, I suspect they had some meaning. But she said she couldn't take it and relive the memories." I looked at the worn book and could tell it had been used.
"Thank you." She nodded then handed me a simple black photo album. In the front was a CD titled. Memorial show. In an unfamiliar hand writing. I flipped to the first page and it was of my father in a chair in front of a cake with a wide grin on his face. Then as I skipped a few pages it was of a teenage Jt with my mother and my uncle. My mom was pregnant with me.
"Have you heard from my mom." She shook her head.
"Not many people have, after Jt died it affected her a lot." I looked down and wondered how one person could make another completely disappear. She reached over the book and held out the CD.
"Put it on and play it, but know that the child he is playing with is not you, it was his girlfriend Mia's child he was with her at the time of the video." I put the video in and some of the pictures played before a video of my father sliding with a little girl and acting like a child. It was the first time I had even seen my father and I had to admit I looked a lot like him, but the thing that got to me the most was my fathers voice, it wasn't deep but it wasn't high pitched either. A tear escaped my eye as I watched the only time I would see any movement from my father would be from this old video.
"Sam?" I startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I must have been glued to the TV.
"I asked if you had a place to stay tonight?" I shook my head. She gave me a sad smile.
"Come with me then." She led me down the hall and we reached a door with a lot of posters hanging on the front.
"You can stay here tonight, it will be good to have this room filled after 16 years." She opened the door and revealed my fathers room. I walked around touching various things.
"Thank you." She smiled before closing the door.
"Your welcome Sam." I walked over to the closet and noticed my fathers taste in clothes was a bit out dated yet it had never been up dated. I sat on his bed. This was a lot harder then I thought it would be.