And you can finally meet my MOM...
and…You Can Finally Meet My MOM!
After my Mom died an incredible amount of amazing, mystical things happened in my every day life~
I believe, to assure me that she was very much with me.
And many of them would make even a non believer in after-life sit up and take notice.
And some are just downright funny…like this one.
I was five minutes in to helping my son with his homework.
We were nestled in the the breakfast room nook in the kitchen.
When all of a sudden our dogs perked up and we heard a whistle.
Which turned to barking as the whistling continued …My son and I looked at each other and were like: “what is that?” I was laughing as I walked toward the whistling coming from the dining room. Dogs running with me barking.
It was coming from my iPad. (Which was turned off, and magnetic lid latched.
That’s strange…)
I clicked the side button to turn it off and settle back in to help with homework.
The whistling starts again.
“I’ll get it Mom,” my son says giggling as he gets up.
I tell him to bring the iPad here…he lifts the lid as he is walking toward me and it is playing a YouTube video. The whistling turns to singing.
It is one of my favorite groups: Train but a song I ‘ve never heard before…
I look at the title: You can finally meet my MOM…
I’m listening as the song’s story unfolds:
You can finally meet my Mom Lyrics
Don't cry when I die
When it's my time I probably won't die
I'll just lie down and close my eyes
And think about stuff
These eyes got too wide seen too much of life's goodbyes
Should have spent less time making loot
And spent more time in my birthday suit with you
And everybody upstairs, everybody down stairs
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude
Who played the sherriff in Blazing Saddles
You not Chris Farley Mr. Rodgers oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom
Life is good, but love it's better
Even Bieber ain't forever
We all got to go you know
So you might as well go in style
Everybody prayin', everybody singing
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'Cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Gilda Radner, Buddha or the dude
Who had pop rocks and soda at the same time
You, not Jesse James, Paul Newman and oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom
I'm not making light of things
But who's to say who's right with things like this
There's so much that we miss
Tryin' so hard to be rich and famous
Pretty and thin, to win
It's a shame that youth is wasted on the young
So forget everything and just be with me here now
For as long as we can and whoever goes first save a spot
You, not Etta James, Bob Marley or the girls who won my heart along the way
You, not Sitting Bull, Ella or Bach and I almost forgot
You can finally meet my Mom
(You can finally meet my Mom)
You can finally meet my Mom
(You can finally meet my Mom)
(You can finally meet my Mom)
No Steve Jobs, or Ty Cobbs, Al Capone or any other mobs
No Whitney Houston, no Chet Baker, Andre the Giant or the Undertaker, just you
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
Listen here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VPBDq944yE
It feels right to finally share this story on Mothers Day…
Amy
