On August 18th, 1962 at 3:28 PM. I had the pleasure for the very first of meeting my mother face to face.
Then I met my dad. Two-hundred pounds, six feet, and change, I fell in love. He became my idol throughout my life.
He died a few days before my twenty-eighth birthday. I remember that day. My mom took off from work and drove out to the house. She walked up the stairs to my room, walked in and said, "Hi David." I turned and looked at her and like a five-year-old little boy. I ran to my mom crying, "Mommy, I couldn't save him!"
I didn't know it then, but that day. I "thought" I had reconnected to my mom. What I realized was, the entire time I was idolizing my dad and putting him on a pedestal. My mom was always in the background influencing, guiding, loving, supporting, helping and caring.
Now at the age of seventy-nine. I see she did all of that while launching her music career, working in corporate America, raising four children, in an abusive relationship and dealing with the painful death of one of her children.
I lived, watched and participated in her incredible story as her second oldest child.
It's a blessing to be able to idolize both of my parents.