Mother’s Day is when all the family members gather together on Facebook to pay homage to Mom, whether she’s alive or dead. Afterward, you can forget about her for 364 days, with the exception of her birthday, at which time you simply wish her a Happy Birthday in Heaven, although if you’re religious, you really have no clue as to what her status is.
If you have beliefs like mine, the whole thing comes to an end just as soon as the old brain waves flatline. There is no glorious ascent into heaven. Time’s up, there isn’t anymore. There is no magic man in the sky. This is not Ghost, and you’re not Patrick Swayze.
I do have a number of family videos I made over 20 years ago. I’ll post one of them on Facebook occasionally, where like most of my stuff, they are ignored. I posted one yesterday for Mother’s Day, and my younger brother, bless his heart, did give it a thumbs up.
I’m thinking that I’ll embed them here just so somebody who might give a shit can find them when I’m gone and quickly forgotten. After all, when you get to be my age, the end could be just around the corner, or with luck, you might squeeze out a few more years. I posted them on Daily Motion because way back when, and even now, posting home videos on YouTube with some sacred record companies quickly getting their shit in an uproar was a non-starter. So folks, if I’m no longer around when you find these, hope you are all well. As for anyone else who accidentally stumbles onto this page, move along. Move Along. These are not the droids you are looking for.
I love ya pops
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