Today is the anniversary of my mom's passing.
As anyone who has seen my signature post, Knows.
As the years have gone by, since my mom passed away, I'm beginning to put into perspective about just what she meant to me. (More than just being "My mom")
My mom spurned my interest, in some of the most important things I've been interested in .
The 1992 Presidential Election was the first one that I voted in, and the first one that I was really interested in, for the issues at hand.
I was on a one year hiatus from college then.
I began to notice the Southern Governor, Bill Clinton, and have discussions with my mom about him.
(My interest in Clinton deepened when I went back to college that fall, and watched the debates, and the elections, with my friends.
My mom started to watch the TV show "Dallas". I would always hear the famed theme music coming from my parents room. I can remember my father saying to my mom "That show is trash".
I was.. 10 just before the whole "Who Shot JR " episode. I watched the lead in episodes to when JR was shot.,, the episode itself, the resolution, and was a regular viewer after that, right up until the end of the series. .
My favorite newscaster, Jim Gardner.
When we moved to PA, I remember turning Gardner on, and thinking. "This guy is boring".
My mom said, "Mitch, he's intelligent".
It took a while for me to get used to him.
Then, I began to understand about Gardner, and really liked him.
I watched Gardner, right up until the time I left Lancaster.
I still watch him. (Even Tuesday night, lol, when they were celebrating Villanova's NCAA victory, and the city of Philadelphia is going wild).
I think, when a parent is gone for as long as my mom has been, it becomes more than.
"Oh, I'm sad that today is the anniversary of the passing".
You think back to.
How much that person meant to you, and things they did, or things you talked about with them, that made you the kind of person you are today.
I love my father very much. He's been very supportive to me in many ways.
It just seems we are different, in political views, and other things.
(My Dad is a staunch GOP as I may have posted on here, and despises, Hillary, Obama, and all the people I support) .
I respect his rights to his views of course, even if I don;'t agree with him.
Suffice to say, we have,, lively discussions about such when I see him.
I'll probably just.. do what I have to today, and continue to move forward.
Yet, I reflect, on what my mom meant to me, and why.
As anyone who has seen my signature post, Knows.
As the years have gone by, since my mom passed away, I'm beginning to put into perspective about just what she meant to me. (More than just being "My mom")
My mom spurned my interest, in some of the most important things I've been interested in .
The 1992 Presidential Election was the first one that I voted in, and the first one that I was really interested in, for the issues at hand.
I was on a one year hiatus from college then.
I began to notice the Southern Governor, Bill Clinton, and have discussions with my mom about him.
(My interest in Clinton deepened when I went back to college that fall, and watched the debates, and the elections, with my friends.
My mom started to watch the TV show "Dallas". I would always hear the famed theme music coming from my parents room. I can remember my father saying to my mom "That show is trash".
I was.. 10 just before the whole "Who Shot JR " episode. I watched the lead in episodes to when JR was shot.,, the episode itself, the resolution, and was a regular viewer after that, right up until the end of the series. .
My favorite newscaster, Jim Gardner.
When we moved to PA, I remember turning Gardner on, and thinking. "This guy is boring".
My mom said, "Mitch, he's intelligent".
It took a while for me to get used to him.
Then, I began to understand about Gardner, and really liked him.
I watched Gardner, right up until the time I left Lancaster.
I still watch him. (Even Tuesday night, lol, when they were celebrating Villanova's NCAA victory, and the city of Philadelphia is going wild).
I think, when a parent is gone for as long as my mom has been, it becomes more than.
"Oh, I'm sad that today is the anniversary of the passing".
You think back to.
How much that person meant to you, and things they did, or things you talked about with them, that made you the kind of person you are today.
I love my father very much. He's been very supportive to me in many ways.
It just seems we are different, in political views, and other things.
(My Dad is a staunch GOP as I may have posted on here, and despises, Hillary, Obama, and all the people I support) .
I respect his rights to his views of course, even if I don;'t agree with him.
Suffice to say, we have,, lively discussions about such when I see him.
I'll probably just.. do what I have to today, and continue to move forward.
Yet, I reflect, on what my mom meant to me, and why.
