KIDNAPPED! (Continued)…Yorkville, Toronto

I come from a family of four: my mother, Margaret Isabel Young (née Peace), my father, Dr. Robert Goddard Young, my brother, William Robert Stuart Young, who was six years my junior, and myself, John Paul Young. My brother's untimely death in July 1996 occurred just as I was about to turn forty. For the next six years, I took on the role of primary caregiver for my parents.

The grim discovery of my younger brother's body in his apartment shocked me profoundly. The officer on duty, "Bart," suggested at the scene that by identifying my brother's body for the Coroner, I could shield our elderly parents from the anguish of seeing their son in such a condition.

In clinical shock, I waited for the Coroner, a compassionate woman who arrived with the others. She understood the emotional impact of identifying a deceased relative, particularly given the condition of his body after two days.

I wasn't allowed to see my brother's body until the Coroner deemed it appropriate. When the time came, she directed me to my brother's remains, making sure I recognized him. The responsibility of confirming his identity was a weight I would bear forever.

Over six years, as determined by our family physician, Dr. Jerry Zadyko, I looked after my aging parents. It took five years to find some semblance of normality. By 2001, life was as good as it could be, despite the lingering memories of my late brother.

I succeeded in reuniting Cardboard Brains into a supergroup, performed with Ron Perlman in 'Killer Rats' in Bulgaria, and reached a pinnacle with the premiere of 'Gods, Gambling and LSD' in September 2002 at the Isabel Bader Theatre, which secured a Genie Award for Best Documentary at TIFF, the Toronto International Festival of Festivals, signaling the close of an era. hail from a family of four: my mother Margaret Isabel Young (née Peace), my father Dr. Robert Goddard Young, my brother William Robert Stuart Young, who was six years younger than me, and myself, John Paul Young. My brother's tragic death occurred in July 1996, just before I turned forty. For the following six years, I became the primary caregiver for my parents.