It’s hard for me to give a compliment, unless it’s to myself and about masturbation. Over the last year, my mom has done a wonderful job of rebuilding her life in the face of loss. I’m proud of her. When my Dad died, I thought she was going to be some bumbling lunatic stumbling around our house like a crack-head does around Harlem (Yes, I used the word bumbling and stumbling in the same sentence). But, thanks to a very special lady friend of hers, she’s bounced back. I, however, didn’t want to tell her this because I couldn’t find a mean way to do so. Then, over a lunchtime beer, I came up with this:
“Last year you were a pain-pill-popping psycho bitch, but you’ve really turned it around. Good job.”
She looked at me and said with sober eyes, “Thanks Dan. That means a lot to me.”
Dan: You told her something like that on Christmas Eve too….and it made her happy. I have never seen her so happy or laugh so much. I am happy for all of you and what you have done – you are all amazing peeps! Thanks for coming over too.