Hey everyone! It’s been a little bit since I’ve checked in with all 24 of you that are following me. I’ve missed you, it’s been too long, all of that good stuff. I’ve decided to stop by here tonight and muse with you about a holiday that’s coming up and what it means for someone who’s in the now life-long situation i’m in. Mother’s Day.
In July of 2013, at 5:26 PM, my mother slipped through the surly bonds of earth on her way to somewhere between here and before there. Where it is, I can’t say. I’m not the religious type, never have been, and I don’t see that changing for the rest of my life. I mean sure, I’d hate to be part of the large group of atheists that are left here after the [supposed] rapture. We’d all be kicking ourselves for not being more holy. But there just hasn’t been any concrete evidence to steer me in homeboy Jesus’ direction. Sorry dude. None of that changes the fact however that my mom did pass away from breast cancer and my father, sister, and I were left to hash out how the rest of our lives were going to be. Just the three of us.
Some quick facts about my mom for those of you who are interested; she was an avid writer and taught me my love of language, she loved music, and she loved beer. She taught elementary school during her ‘later’ years and never stopped being an awesome mamma to my sis and I the entire time. To say that I miss her, would be nothing but an understatement. I was with her during her entire battle, right by her side; my father, sister, and I all troops in her anti-cancer platoon with her oncologist, Dr. Smith (seriously, just Dr. Smith), as our commander in chief. I watched it go from bad to worse, then I watched members of my family gather for a wake a few months later. It happened so quickly…god damn it just happened so damn fast.
^Missing you momma! Me and her at my high school grad., 2009^
May 11th is an unknown for me right now, I don’t know what my mind will lurch upon me that day. I’ll know when I wake up right how I’ll feel, I did on her birthday which was a few weeks ago and I’m sure the same rules will apply for this day. Who knows. For sure I’ll call my dad and chat with him about her, recall a few good stories of our lives together. Good vacations, good times, just family stuff. I was blessed to have a good [family] one, and still haven’t changed my opinion even though were a member short. I’d even go as far to say that we’ve become stronger as a unit.
^May be the greatest photo in existence right here, my dad serving my mom up on Mother’s Day last year 2013.^
I urge all of my friends, my guy-friends specifically, to spend as much time with their moms as they can. As a boy, she’s the first girl you fall in love with. I can remember saying to my dad when I was five, “she’s my mom! Go get your own!” or something along those lines, claiming my supposed ownership of her. She guides you through your life. Takes shit from you at your worst moments with nothing but a smile and good advice as a response. She’ll do your laundry, literally and figuratively, and do her best to keep you out of trouble. It sort of seems unfair that we relegate the honoring of our mothers to just one day, doesn’t it?
In closing; make her feel special that day. Even if you fucking hate your mom, call and tell you hate her just so she knows your thinking of her or something. I don’t know…but don’t just stop at breakfast in bed. This is an all day thing here people! Mother’s DAY, not Mother’s morning and after breakfast and that drab-ass romantic comedy she drags the family to-everyone’s on their way back to their iPhones and meaningless trips to Starbucks with your friends (I sound like I’m 60 right?). Show her you love her, because she won’t stop showing you.
^The current ‘Rat-Pack’, my dad, sister, and myself in Hawaii in January 2014! Again mom, wish you were there.^
I know this wasn’t the most chipper subject matter but if you liked anything here; spread the love with a like, comment, or follow. Happy Mother’s Day everyone 🙂