happy mother’s day

winifred mae shane 1920–2010

mom

My sister called quite somewhat unexpectedly one day from Chula Vista, CA and said, “You’d better get out here. This is going to happen pretty fast.” I headed out on the first available flight the next morning and arrived on the front step at 12:15 p.m. Mom was sleeping in the bed hospice had provided in the family room, so I leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and said softly, “It’s okay, Mom. Your favorite son is here. You can go see Jesus.” I went to the kitchen to get some coffee and chat with my sister for a minute. When I went back in to sit with Mom, she had done just that. I still believe this lovely lady was just waiting for me to get home to her so we could both say good-bye.

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About greg w

I believe chocolate in virtually any configuration is the finest dessert in the history of mankind. I believe my wife is the sexiest woman in the world. I believe modern capitalism will never be replaced by a different -- or better -- form of economics. I believe in clutch hitting in baseball. I believe the Kimber 1911 .45 ACP is the finest handgun ever made in America. I believe the Mossberg Flex 500 pump-action 12 gauge shotgun is the best home defense ever made in America. I believe Tom Waits is the best song writer of my generation. I believe unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. I believe in equality for everyone, except reporters and photographers. As CS Lewis once beautifully wrote, I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else. I believe that, on balance, Christianity has done more good for humans than bad. I believe it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than to be a slave. I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant. And I believe if I yell at the TV during a Colts game, they will play better.

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