Who knows what goes on in peoples' lives that we meet and see each day in our live. Jim, my memory of you is the black heavy frame glasses you wore that were like mine. Also, you wrote on my script for one of the plays I did at GBHS with the letters BF. Never really knew what that meant. Great to read your store this Mothers' Day. My life was similar only in the fact that my folks came up from AR to work in the 'shops'. Mental illness has been hushed for too many years. Thank you for opening your heart to shed some light on it. Go Bobcats.
All I could think about was getting out of there, Ken. I think part of the reason I rarely return has to do with confronting memories that pop up when I am there. But thanks for the thoughtful note. Maybe we'll run across each other again some time. I get up to MSU football games every fall.
Ken Young is so right... so many threads come together to create the person we see but don't really know. The strength of a good Mother and the fragments of wisdom she shared and lived shine through in all your writing. How she must smile every day, at peace and no longer in pain... now reading with the rest of us the fulfillment of her dreams for you.
Mr. Moore, thank you.
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Who knows what goes on in peoples' lives that we meet and see each day in our live. Jim, my memory of you is the black heavy frame glasses you wore that were like mine. Also, you wrote on my script for one of the plays I did at GBHS with the letters BF. Never really knew what that meant. Great to read your store this Mothers' Day. My life was similar only in the fact that my folks came up from AR to work in the 'shops'. Mental illness has been hushed for too many years. Thank you for opening your heart to shed some light on it. Go Bobcats.
All I could think about was getting out of there, Ken. I think part of the reason I rarely return has to do with confronting memories that pop up when I am there. But thanks for the thoughtful note. Maybe we'll run across each other again some time. I get up to MSU football games every fall.
Thanks, Bridget.
It's said we live on in memory, and your mother and father come to life for me each time you write with such beauty and eloquence. Thanks, Jim.
A thought but lovely tribute to you ma. Thanks.
Another beautiful piece of writing. ❤️
Ken Young is so right... so many threads come together to create the person we see but don't really know. The strength of a good Mother and the fragments of wisdom she shared and lived shine through in all your writing. How she must smile every day, at peace and no longer in pain... now reading with the rest of us the fulfillment of her dreams for you.
I'm touched, John. Thanks so much for this sweet thought.