Wake up. Shower. Get dressed.
Head to BNI meeting.
Tune to ‘Elvis radio’ on the satellite. Hear the song.
Oh, hell, it’s the anniversary of Mom’s passing.
Has it been 7 years? Damn, it has. Should I do something? Yes, yes dammit!
But what?
Can I visit her grave? No.
I misplaced her ashes and haven’t been able to purchase a marker for her.
Wait, WHAT?? You misplaced her ashes??!! Great, just a great son. You messed up your life to the point where you lost your Mom’s remains.
You must be proud.
I had my Mom for 40 years. I had the privilege of buying her a home, of paying some great debt for her. The greatest privilege and gift I ever had was the ability to speak to her every day of my life. Not one day passed when we didn’t speak.
I was and still am a ‘Mama’s boy’. And proud of it.
As I lay here with water streaming from my eyes I ask myself what can I do to celebrate my Mom today?
It’s been made apparent to me.
Forgive myself and honour her memory.
I love you, Mom.
May God bless and keep your soul.
bradcurtis68 