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 advice or direction even in my art I could ask her. Now shes gone, and I am still expecting a phone call from her.
My mom was there when I put the pieces together for Time Displacement Theory in fact she listened to what I had to say that whole night. I never talked to my mom like that and she was a helluva lot smarter then she let on. I thought there would be a day when we would be time traveling together. One of the last things I said to her was to keep a cell phone active for the next ten years so I could contact her in the future.
I told her I wasn't going to have kids but that I would either adopt or become a mentor to a kid. I knew it wouldn't be fair to the kid to be born without a father.
There was something that she said that will always haunt me, "It hurts to be hurt like this."
Like some distant echo in a cavernous passage I always hear these words in my mind.
Mom was right about a lot of things and I was in denial for a long time. This is a terrible way to learn a life lesson and right now I just want to shut down for a while.
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 advice or direction even in my art I could ask her. Now shes gone, and I am still expecting a phone call from her.
My mom was there when I put the pieces together for Time Displacement Theory in fact she listened to what I had to say that whole night. I never talked to my mom like that and she was a helluva lot smarter then she let on. I thought there would be a day when we would be time traveling together. One of the last things I said to her was to keep a cell phone active for the next ten years so I could contact her in the future.
I told her I wasn't going to have kids but that I would either adopt or become a mentor to a kid. I knew it wouldn't be fair to the kid to be born without a father.
There was something that she said that will always haunt me, "It hurts to be hurt like this."
Like some distant echo in a cavernous passage I always hear these words in my mind.
Mom was right about a lot of things and I was in denial for a long time. This is a terrible way to learn a life lesson and right now I just want to shut down for a while.
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