Happy Mother's Day

I must have had a dozen people ask me today how I'm doing, you know, on this day.

I'm as sad as any other day that Michael is gone. Mother's Day isn't any worse or better. I'm OK in most of my moments, and I'm still functioning pretty much moment to moment. I taught Sunday School today and we discussed mothers who've made a difference. ... the woman who started Mothers Against Drunk Driving, for example; Cindy Seehan, who made a nation take a look at a war it's waging. I told them about Kathy Lukens, whose son wasn't accepted into any camp because he had autism and he was difficult to handle. So Kathy and her friends found an old barn they could use and built Camp Venture in Rockland County, NY, and they built a camp and then an entire agency that houses hundreds of people and provides them with vacation homes, a therapeutic day center, a sheltered workshop were they manufacture their own product -- a doll with Down syndrome.

We can all be amazing if something generates our passion,

After Sunday school, Danny and Jennifer took me out shopping for a case for my computer, and then we went to the Fiddlin' Pig, where they have bluegrass gospel on Sundays. And who should be performing bur Carol Rifkin? She saw me and asked if I would agree to come up and sing a couple songs with them. So I did. We sang "Angel Band," I'll Fly Away" and "Leanin' on the Everlasting Arms."

At first I thought the girls would crawl under the table, but once we started singing they were fine.

I've sung with Carol at parties, but this was the first time out in public. Cool. Danny was impressesd with how many people I know. Hey, I'm friendly.

Trey left with the guitar and all that goes with it -- and the admonition that this is a very special gift. Michael didn't have a lot of possessions, and this was one of his favorites. I think he knows it's priceless.