I was playing Xbox last night when my friend Kel signed on. He’s a year older than me. It gives me a thrill to say that because I’d stood as the oldest for so long in this group of great people I’d met on the box. Kel’s a bit new to our group, but fits in well—and no, he’s not a noob. He’s been gaming longer than me.
Anyway, we got to talking about our parents. I had asked him if his mom was as old as mine. Their ages are off by four years, my mom being older–74. I told him that she liked Liberace when I was a kid, and that she didn’t know he was gay until I was older. She always gets this embarrassed, sharp, painful look in her face whenever anyone mentions anything vaguely dealing with sex. I can so hear her voice and see her face when she found out Liberace was a ‘Mo. “I didn’t know he was that way,” she had said. Queue face!
You mean rich, successful, dripping with diamonds? Presumably happy? No… I knew which way. The same way I was.
Kel divulged that his mom liked the Carpenters and Air Supply. Didn’t everyone like them? So, this first video goes out to Momma Kel.
My mom also liked another singer when she was younger. She loved Cristy Lane, and Mom would often listen to her while ironing in front of a picture of Footprints in the Sand. I added both for your viewing pleasure.
To say that my mom is unhappy that I am an atheist is an understatement. She once told me, “it breaks my heart that I won’t see you in heaven.” It breaks my heart that she has wasted so many years thinking that she is, in fact, going to “cloud city,” perhaps to be carried by Jeebus himself. After all, she’ll need to be lugged around from place to place after going insane from being completely and utterly bored. I honestly do feel really sad, and yes, heartbroken that her religion has stopped her from doing so many things in life, taking chances, living fully, and being truly happy.