A permanent tribute to my Mom, after her long struggle with Alzheimer’s Disease.
I am not impressed with my own singing. In fact, I am self-conscious about how bad I sound, even to myself. So it’s not often that I sing out loud. There are three exceptions, as follows:
What a long, strange trip it’s been. My Mother and I did not have the greatest of relationships during most of my lifetime. I can safely say that we were never close, never felt that bond that so many Mothers and Daughters share. I was a tomboy from an early age, preferring horses and even model cars to girlie stuff. I was my Dad’s daughter, taught to use tools, mow the lawn, drive a stick-shift car, at an early age.
I am beyond honored to be featured today on The Sisterwives, a place created by nine incredibly talented women to share stories of darkness and light, despair and hope, and to let us know that we are not alone.
Please drop by and read I’m not gonna miss you, and then stick around and browse the amazing stories they have gathered thus far. ❤
Yesterday, a friend sent me a link to Glen Campbell’s final music video with the comment that she found the song comforting. I do too, but…click the link, I’ll wait.