This is my Mom along with her grandsons Elvis, Geronimo and Dartanian and as you can see the funny gene has been passed on.
I wouldn't be who I am today if it wasn't for her. She gave me the foundation that I am guided by to this very day. She showed me what courage and determination really looked like and I could write a book about all the lessons she taught me and some day maybe I will but for now, I'll just share a few.
When I was a kid I has asthma and there were many nights that I woke up unable to breathe. Our family doctor told us that I needed sleep with a vaporizer in my room and though it helped there were times Mom would have to take things to a new level. I had a Lionel train set on a table in my room and Mom would hang sheets off the edges making a tent. She would make me a bed under that train table and that's where I would sleep breathing the steam with some Vics Vapor Rub added for some reason. Mom would sleep in my bed and get up every couple hours, refill the vaporizer every couple hours then be up early the next morning with a smile on her face making breakfast for my Dad and the family. I loved sports and though there were some people who tried to tell my Mom I shouldn't play, she would be at every game standing by with an inhaler.
My parents divorced when I was in high school and my father just dumped us with no car, little money and somehow we ended up in a two bedroom apartment. Mom slept on a couch in the living room so my sister and I could have our own rooms. I lay in bed some nights listening to her sob. Every morning she would have a smile on her face, walk to a bus stop, ride downtown to look for a job.
She never said a bad word about my dad, she taught me so much and one of the most important things she taught me was unconditional love and to treat women with respect.
I could write so much more but my wife has decided to mow the lawn and I know my Mom would be all over me if I sat here writing about her while my wife was mowing on Mothers Day. I'm out.
In the words of Lindsey Nelson; "we now move to further action."
Mom is hysterical. She would wake us up in the morning blasting the 1812th Overture cannon blast, she would sneak my sister, me and our friends into the Drive-In in the trunk of the car and once when I was flying from Florida to Alaska on Christmas to do a gig, Mom gathered the family together and they brought Christmas to DFW Airport and we opened presents and ate turkey dinner in the terminal between flights. (that was before the goat lovers made traveling such a pain)
There are no words to express the amount of love, respect and gratitude I have for my Mom.