The last time Mother's Day fell on May 9th was in 2010. Feels strange to celebrate " our memories " of Jody White and his suicide on the actual date. So many thoughts are mixing together on this year's anniversary. I don't think I told you yet, but I joined the coaching staff at "DC Dirt Camp". I'm going to Northern Virginia a couple of times a month to help out and I am loving it. To watch 6-11 yr. olds control their fears enough to learn the basics of controlling their motorcycles is a gift. To be able to share their parents and grandparents pride is a gift. To hear "Best Day Ever" exclaimed through a little motorcycle helmet, well, you get it. You watched it. Twice. In my Mother's Day blog from 2018, you made a comment - "Somehow Tommy and Jody get mixed up in my mind". You went on to say how I have a special way of sorting it out. I knew what you meant, but now I, too am starting to mix them up. It worries me. I was at dirt camp on May 2nd and on my way home, I decided to swing by "Big Berm". I wanted to see if being there would jog any memories. I know I've been there before but when? Was it to see Jody race or Tommy? Or both? I don't know. Being there jogged memories of smells, of sounds, but nothing specific. Wish we could talk and sort it out together. Miss you, Mom. Happy Mother's Day on "our day" mothers-day-reflections.html
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