Sunday, May 9, 2010

The Perpetual Search for That Little Rock N Roll Bar

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love." On this very first Mother's Day since the death of Suzy B. in early June last year, I anticipate that Margaret shall be in the presence of at least a small contingent of Washington Irving's messengers.

Today is - of course - Mother's Day, the day set aside on the calendar by the good folks at Hallmark to pay homage to Mom. Here 'NTSG it has dawned clear and a bit crisp and is supposed to a beautiful, sunny day. Surprised? You should not be. Nature is a Mother after all. She takes care of her own. As she should.

Born into a family where Dad's eyes often were windows into a world so deadly and true, Mom was an invaluable source of strength, compassion and love. Dad died fourteen years into our mutual time on the planet - and given the odds against her at that particular moment in time Mom could have (with justification) curled herself up in the fetal position and never left her room again. If that doomsday thought ever even occurred to her once she did an exceptional job of not sharing it with me. From Day One Post-Dad she was a rock. A pillar of strength if you will. We are fast approaching the 29th anniversary of my father's death, which means Mom has lived now almost as long as his widow as she did as his wife. She grows stronger every day. Happy Mother's Day Mom.

There are six Kenny sibs. Each of us is married and each of us has children. A couple of us - Evan and Kelly - have grandchildren already (I shall drop the phrase "youthful grandparents" right here in the event either pops by here to read this) so the bramble bush to which Mom has tended for all these years has now extended its roots into a new generation. She has always been a great mother and a great grandmother so it seems fitting that she is now a Great Grandmother. It is a part for which she was prepared long before she was asked to play it for the first time.

Today is the first Mother's Day that Margaret shall not spend in the company of her Mom. I smiled last night thinking about taking Margaret, Sue and Suzanne out to Perkin's last Mother's Day and how happy Sue was simply to be sitting with her daughter and her granddaughter, enjoying the morning. It saddened me to think that less than thirty days later, Margaret, Suzanne and I were at Sue's funeral. Time is a bastard. There goes your proof.

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.

Happy Mother's Day to my Mom and to all of the other moms I know and love - especially to Margaret, my wife and the mother of our children. A remarkable woman who brought into and has helped guide thru this world two exceptional, beautiful kids. Her greatest legacies. Her greatest gifts.


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