This is a picture of me and my mom at my aunt’s wedding. If you have been following my blog for a while, then you know that my mom passed away. This is my 10th Mother’s Day without her. She was the best. I still miss her everyday. I am not going to go into the details, since most of you guys have been around long enough to read the stories I have posted, but I will tell you the story of my last Mother’s Day I spent with her. I was 18 and a senior in high school. It was May of 2002. She had taken a job that involved a lot of travel about a year before, and I was so excited that she was home for Mother’s Day. My family had a big brunch at a nice restaurant. I bought her flowers with the money I had made playing shows. Carnations: her favorite.
After brunch I took off for a while to give my parents a little alone time. I knew the toll that the distance took on my parents, and wanted to give them some alone time. Yes, that idea is gross, but I was old enough to know that they needed a few hours alone as a married couple on the only weekend they would be together that month. A few hours later I gave my mom a card, I made myself, featuring lines from ‘Dear Mama’ by Tupac, and two CDs. The first was a mixed CD of all the music I was into at that time. It was mostly NOFX, MXPX, Social Distortion, Green Day, The Get Up KIds, etc. The second CD was the full length CD that my band had put out. I was 18, and the rest of the band was 22+. She loved all of it. She was a student of Alice Cooper and David Bowie. Real life took all of the spark out of her when she was really young. She was into Bowie, but had to help her sister raise her nephew. She was only 11. You want to talk about cool chicks. She was the coolest. When she was young, she was an actress on all of Detroit’s biggest stages. You saw ‘Annie’ at that time, you saw my mom, but since her dad left, and her mom was in and out of mental institutions, she was left to take care of everyone. If I ever meet a woman half as amazing as her, and I can convince her to marry me, then I will be playing with house money. Happy Mother’s Day to one of the best to ever attempt it. Deborah Robinson Rexford: She might not have been better than your mom, but, for me, she was perfect. Who am I kidding? She was better than your mom.
