May 12 in 100 words

 It’s just after 9 p.m. on Mother’s Day, 2019. I am visioning my mother, just right now, untying her favourite apron — the orange one with white polkadots — to sit down in her favorite chair in the living room. Mom never liked to go out for dinner on Mother’s Day. She got more out of cooking a huge meal, and asking all three kids over. And, she would ask US what WE wanted for dinner. Unselfish. Mom’s been gone 11 years now but I think of her every day, and especially Mother’s Day … and, remind myself how lucky I am to call her Mom..

Mom

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Follower of Christ, husband, father, grandfather, Edmonton Sun columnist, Oiler Entertainment Group writer, co-author of Disabled? Hell No! I’m a Sit-Down Comic, speaker, comedian, former Edmonton Journal columnist, member of the Premier’s Council on the Status of Persons with Disabilities and closet Beverly Hillbillies mega fan and (very small) closet disco singer.

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