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- Wednesday Jam: Just standing up there to give it all his might (11/25/20)
- Wednesday Jam: Is there only pain and hatred and misery? (11/18/20)1
- Unless you change and become like little children (11/3/20)2

Sunday Jam: Happy Mothers Day, Mom

I don't think I've ever tried to make a big deal about losing my mom almost nine years ago. I've written about it a few times here. I've never really made a big deal of it on social media. It's just rarely been the way I've chosen to remember her.
When I grieve (and we never really stop grieving those we love best) it's not necessarily on holidays or birthdays or anything else. I feel sad when I feel sad and that's just that, regardless of the calendar.
But here it is Mothers Day and I miss Mom. Now, I'm spending the day celebrating my beautiful, patient, loving wife. I treasure the family we've made together. That has always softened the blow on days like this. I can celebrate her and not dwell on other things.
There's still a little part of me that's elsewhere ...
So, in honor of Mom, here's one of her all-time favorite performers doing two different versions of a song that always makes me think of her. She loved George Strait and she loved western fiddle.
The first version is because I love how young George looks. The second is because the sound of the fiddle is better.
She would appreciate both.
Happy Mothers Day, my friends.
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