Something A Little Different!

If you have been reading these blogs for a while, going back to the previous iteration, known as “Desert Musings” a few years ago…you know there are certain days I reserve for special personal occasions. Oh, I celebrate with special, non-political blogs on Easter, and Thanksgiving, and Memorial Day, and Veterans Day, and the 4th of July, and Christmas. I also celebrate my anniversary here. And I celebrate February 13th here as well. It’s because it’s my mother’s birthday!

So, today, I put a true hero up on a pedestal and say, Happy Birthday Mom!

I don’t think she’d mind if I told you, she’s 86 today. And I relish every moment I spend with her. See, last year, on her 85th birthday, she ended up at the emergency room. She’d had a headache all day, and complained a little bit about it, but she was dropping words, couldn’t remember things, and when we left dinner that night and took her home, I felt like we shouldn’t be leaving her at home. I called my brother who was an EMT in Florida, and he suggested a trip to the ER. Turns out she had a “Confusional Migraine”. Yeah…I’d never heard of it either. But it can give symptoms like you’re having a stroke. Needless to say, Mom pulled through with shining colors!

I give thanks that I was raised by this lady. She’s been my confidant and my hero all through life. I don’t think there have been more than two or three major decisions I’ve ever made without talking to her about it first. And when we were able to move out here, it was one of the best decisions. I had spent about 30 years or so without her nearby, in fact, without any of my family nearby. My wife’s side certainly picked up the slack and accepted me fully, to which I’m grateful, and I love her family every bit as much…but it wasn’t the same.

Mom raised three kids on her own. She got divorced when I was 7. It was in the 1960’s, a time when people really didn’t get divorced, and it was frowned upon. Yes, there were kids I couldn’t play with because their parents didn’t want them hanging around me. And yeah, it was hard, but it was harder for her. She was always fearful of losing the house…losing our way of life. Look, we didn’t have a lot of money back then, but I never knew it. She made sure we took vacations in the summer, and always had new clothes in the fall. I don’t think we ever missed a Christmas either. She worked two jobs, AND went to school, earning not only a Masters’ Degree, but her PhD as well.

So, today, I dedicate today’s blog to her. She’s still my rock after all these years. I don’t know how I ended up with the two best women in the world by my side with my wife and my mom, but I did. So, Happy Birthday Mom! Can’t wait to celebrate another 20 with you!

Carry on world…you’re dismissed!

8 thoughts on “Something A Little Different!

  1. Happy Birthday, Mrs. Hoffer! I know that is not your name any more and I am thankful that you had so many years with Mr. Ferguson – so glad you had that partner in your life! Having the Hoffers as neighbors was one of the most cherished parts of my childhood. So many memories – you and my own mother taught me what being a strong woman really looked like in an era that was trying to figure that out! The Hoffer house was always welcoming and warm. Enjoy your day!!

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  2. So does this mean that Bernie Sanders has a “confusional migraine” that he reverts to every time you ask him about the failures of socialism in Venezuela and Cuba? The last time I heard a conservative (that is, non-main stream) media outlet ask him about Venezuela’s abuses, he danced like Fred Astaire and couldn’t remember diddly. Thank heavens, it seems that you have diagnosed his condition.

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