Memories

I did something that I don't do very often, I visited my mom's gravesight. It's been over eight years since she's past and I typically don't go there. My theory is that my memories of her live inside of me and that I shouldn't need to go to a cemetary to remember her spirit. But I decided to go anyway. I just spent a few minutes reflecting. I miss her so much. I wish she was her. I hope she's proud of me. I wish I could share my accomplishments with her. I wish I could just tell her that I love her. I wish I could hug her and thank her for being a wonderful person. In an odd way, it felt good to cry at the cemetary. When a loved one dies, you never get over it. You only learn to accept it. The tears that I had only reminded me of how fragile we all are and that life is too short. I need to continue to use the memory of my mother as an inspiration and to make her proud. Thanks for the inspiration mom! I love you.

Pizza

Shawn & I are eating Green Mill pizza tonight. Yeah! I am buying it too! Shawn is a cheapskate. I can't remember the last time he bought me food.

David Copperfield

I just saw David Copperfield today. I think he's a better magician than me. Now is he a better entertainer? That's up for debate. Is he better looking. I'm not sure. Is he fatter? No way. How's his Bar Mitzvah dj'ing abilities? I don't hink he has any. Can Copperfield put up with a bald sidekick? Never.