As long as I’m living, my Mommy you’ll be…

Mom's hair cut


Four days ago, the worst thing I could ever possibly imagine happening, happened. In a blink of an eye, I lost my mother and my best friend. It still seems so impossible. I feel like any minute she’s going to walk through that door and everything will be alright. But she’s not. And I have to find a way to learn to live with that.

But Mom taught me that everything happens for a reason, even if we can’t see the big picture right now. And because of that I will take the strength she instilled in me and live each day in her honor, keeping the magic she brought to this world alive with every breath I take.

Even If I become only half the woman she was, I will still feel blessed to be anything close to what she was.

I love you, Mommy. Now and forever.




Childhood part 2

So while out at a garage sale Saturday, we happened to pick up a huge stack of older comic books.  They’re from the 70’s through the early 90’s and they are all the good kinds.


Spiderman, Superman, Justice League, G.I. Joe, and even Star Trek are some of the titles that make up this stack. 

I have now spent the last few days with my nose stuck in them, captivated by all the adventures I have now embarked on with my new rediscovered friends.  This has taken me by surprise.

Don’t get me wrong, I love to read.  I always carry some kind of book with me at all times, but I haven’t read a comic book since I was a preteen.  I haven’t even thought of reading one since.

I have to admit it now; I am an adult who loves reading comic books.  (How nerdy is that?)  True, I wish they had been horror comics, but no one can be that lucky.   I guess it just shows you that no matter how old we get, there will always be some kind of kid left in us.

The Next Y2K?

Now a days, everywhere I look, people seem to be worrying about the end of the world.  From the fast approaching 2012, to global warming, and now even the oil spill in the Gulf, the destruction of our planet seems to be on everyone’s mind.

I find myself thinking about it as well.  The things we’ve done to this world can only be called atrocious.  It’s not like we don’t deserve to be punished for our crimes against nature, but are we really doomed?

People have been saying we are approaching the End for years now.  Yet, here we are, still breathing as we wait for the next Event to challenge mankind’s survival.  Is this really something we have to get worked up over?

My father recalls a time from the late 40’s when his family was worrying about the same thing.  Here he was, a child of maybe 7 or 8, and the people around him were telling him over and over that the end was nigh. 

My father would go to church and sit, terrified, in a pew as the preacher would scream at the congregation, “Repent.  The Final Days are here.”  Then he would weave stories of fire and brimstone down around his flock, as my dad practically peed his pants from the terror brewing up inside him.

My dad could barely sleep at night, thinking any second, the sky would open and the hand of God would come down and scour the infestation of sinners from this world.

One morning, my father had just gotten home from church.  The preacher’s words were still fresh in his mind as he got out of the car. 

It had been an overcast morning, and now the clouds we beginning to part. 

My father looked up at that newly cleared blue patch of sky and stopped dead in he’s tracks, frozen in fear.  Huge white letters were beginning to form. 

He knew what it was.  It was the end of the world.  The hand of God was going to come down any second.

As more letters appeared, words started to form.  My father’s heart was racing as he waited for God’s message to appear, tears streaming down his face.

It was over almost as soon as it started.  There in the sky, in big bold white letters, were the words: PEPSI COLA.

They had been written by a Skywriter as a part of a promotional stunt.  But my father had almost died from fright on account of that little stunt, because he had been expecting something.

Sometimes it’s the fear of the thing that does more damage, then the actual event its self.  We give it power.  It’s the power to shape our lives and that’s what has to stop.

I for one, am going to relax and enjoy life, one day at a time. 

Whatever is going to happen tomorrow, will.  No matter what we do.  So, we might as well enjoy the ride.