One day after talking to my Mom on the day marking 10 years since my Dad passed away, I got that call you never want to receive. A friend found Mom dead on her kitchen floor. My quasi plan trip now includes a sooner-than-charted dash south to Baltimore, where they are flying her body for the funeral.
I was fortunate to be with friends Andy and Kent at dinner last night, who provided wonderful support, as was the response when I dropped my news in twitter. For some reason, the thought came into my head that I wanted to talk about Mom on ds106 radio. I am warmed by the love I felt over that hour and a half, plus even more the live singing later by olga.
I did a chunk of talking about the route of my trip so far, and more about Mom, replaying the audio from her time on ds106 radio.
ds106 radio tribute to Mom (90 Mb mp3 / 1:33:41)
I have (on the hard drives left at home) an hour of audio I recorded with Mom a few years ago where she told me her stories of growing up poor in Baltimore and her life after meeting my Dad. I was intending to work that nto digital movies, as she was intending to finish her own scrapbook project which I think she had gotten up o 1950 with.
She described her Cookielady routine when I put her on the ds106radio last february when I visited in Florida. Every Sunday she would make a batch of chocolate chip cookies, carefully arrange them in plastic bags, and she would distribute that week to anyone who helped her or just look like they needed a lift.
Talk about amazing stories! Her sharing of cookies led her to meeting Trisha Yearwood (and giving her cookies)
I’m still numb or going on auto pilot, and am counting on that to get me through a day of driving. That and a lot of love and friendship I feel from my network. F*** the “Personal Learning Network” I have a “personal life network”.
It will propel me to hear some music today on ds106radio which I plan to be listening to once I get across the border. I’ll be doing a direct shot down interstate 81 through New York, Pennsylvania, and as Little Feat sang, “right on through to Baltimore”.
For all those years of telling me what butterflies mean, now I am watching them to see signs of Mom.