April 12th, 2008 | 3 Comments »

April 12, the day that my Mom died in 2005, only two days before her 77th birthday.

Lord knows my Mom was no June Cleaver, not even close. If the truth be known, she had criminal tendencies. She just couldn’t resist getting one over on someone.

Ma was funny, and had the dirtiest laugh known to man. She was a surrogate mom to a lot of my friends, especially Torch and The Big V. She gave them a place to stay when they needed it, fed them, and made them feel welcome in her home. They loved her too.

She sat in her armchair and barked orders like a general. If you did not immediately intuit what she was indicating, she would put the idiot timbre in her voice, as if you had taken leave of any good sense you may have been born with.

It never bothered me. I knew I was smarter than her.

When she used manipulation to try to get me to do something for her, I would just tell her it wasn’t necessary to trick me because I was good to old people. She would smirk. It was all in the game.

But you know what? Nobody has a perfect mom, and nobody is a perfect mom.

I knew that she loved me. And I surely loved her.

Mom, I really really miss you. And I held your birthday party on April 14th just like you planned it. The sister that took over the funeral and ransacked your home didn’t want that, so I held it in your building, where all of your friends were.

We remembered to celebrate your life on your birthday. And I displayed this picture of you, with the happiness shining from your eyes.

The next day we buried you. It’s been three years. I’m a total snotbag just writing these few words. I love you Mom.

I’m going to close the comments on this post. Just this one.

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