It Hurts To Be Hurt Like This
My mom was quite a woman, tenacious, creative, brutally honest, she could make anyone laugh and she had a heart of gold. My mom always said, "The world is just a stage and we are all performers." She would go into anything with her crazy practical jokes. She would always ended up in the paper for something. I remember getting a newspaper in the mail with her dancing with an Elvis lookalike in London. I found a few others with her at a business award ceremony for the hair salon she worked for. Always the optimist despite her pain. When her husband David died in London it took a heavy toll on her. We called him, "Moldy Man." he was very British but nice. Both him and my mother saw me perform and I am happy she had the chance to see me up there. She was struggling out there when he passed and I was frustrated that I couldn't figure out a way to get over there again. My mom was always bailing me out of shit and I took her presence for granted. If I ever needed...