As a child of the 1960s, I remember well his music and the flamboyant, undeniable talent he brought to the audience.
Later in life, I once happened upon him performing at not a big showroom, but instead at a free cabaret show in Reno. He still had it and he poured his same heart, talent, and full-on energy into that show that he would have for a big room and thousands of people.
Rest In Peace Little Richard.
It’s a big day here today. Not all, but some of the Craigo Clan will come for brunch this morning. We’ve been here since March and have social distanced the whole time. I’m excited to get to visit. I’ll miss the hugging, but at least we’ll be together.
Daughter Velvet is preparing my favorite Cracker Barrel breakfast of pecan pancakes and hash brown casserole. Happy Mother’s Day to me.
So many of us have moms that have passed on. I’ve thought a lot this week about my mama. She was a mom who loved without measure, but she also ruled the roost. We never questioned if she loved us, but we knew better than to mess with her. God help anyone who messed with one of her chicks.
Some people say I’m like her. I hope that I am for sure.
Next week, Tom and I celebrate our third wedding anniversary. We’ve made a lot of changes in those three years. The biggest change has been moving back to North Dakota. Who knew I could marry a Southern California boy who would fall in love with the North Dakota people and the lifestyle here as much as I did. We are thankful everyday to be here.
Life is more than good today.