it’s mother’s day.

i got a message from a new friend, Dennis. he imagined this weekend being tough for me.

not anymore. definitely tuff on the kids. i messaged him back. it was sweet of him to check in.

met him late last year around november. he had started a podcast years after selling his franchise business. went through health issues and got back on his feet to keep himself busy and to keep a purpose. telling philly personalities stories.

anyhow, he told me he was looking for someone else in philly on linkedin when he stumbled on my profile. not sure what caught his eye but he found this blog.

after reading it and doing some more research on me, on us, on everything, he asked me if i would be a guest on his podcast to tell my philly story.

so i did. fuck it. why not.

he launched his podcast this past march. he calls it wit or wit-out. asked if i could help ep and promote it.

now i call him Danny because his grandpa called him Danny. he used to tell him: Danny, everyone’s got a story.

honestly speaking, each one of us on earth has a story fit for a movie.

i can imagine a hundred movies about you. we can go comedy, we can go drama, we can go romance and or romantic comedy. i mean our trip to cancun is a movie. not saying it’d be a blockbuster but a decent movie to watch on the plane to kill a couple of hours.

trying to think who would play you. and who would play the federals cops. who plays Chris. who plays Dale. and who plays the butler. was it Mario? can’t remember his name. Mario pops first in my head. you abused mario. you made sure you maximized Mario. poor Mario. lmfao

fun trip without the kids.

speaking of the kids, they lost the wrong parent. i’m not qualified to be a parent. after you were gone i became too selfish. maybe i was always selfish and i just didn’t want to disappoint you. you were made to be a parent. your love and care for them was deep. so deep it left a mountain of a hole. you can’t fill that hole no matter how much you try. i can’t imagine losing a mother who loved you.

you raised them to be good people. at least that’s what they’ve become. as far as i’m concerned, that’s success. meanwhile i bring out the worst in them. i couldn’t justify or make excuses for their actions. i think i never did. but you did. your love shielded them and now that you’re gone, they’re left without a shield, exposed.

i’m tired. can’t think anymore. can’t remember anymore. can’t complain anymore. i’m just waiting for this to be no more.

happy mother’s day my sweet.

i love you,

me