We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I blew the last verse of this in a small Romanian church in 2000.
Assistant Village Idiot
That is beautiful hymn and a terribly sad story.
It's interesting how memories are triggered. Shortly after my dad died, there was a phone number that was stuck in my head. I asked some friends and it wasn't familiar to anybody. Not able to determine the significance of the phone number, I paid no more attention to it. Then about ten years later, I had moved far away from home and was sifting through some stuff I hadn't seen in years and found a bundle of rulers and pencils my dad gave me from his office when I was a kid. The phone number that stuck in my head was my dad's office phone number!!! It was almost like my dad was trying to contact me.
I know God is holding your mom and your friend as he is holding my dad.