Funeral

The pastor made one remark at the funeral that made me mad.  He said that my Grandma was a perfect mom to her kids.  And maybe to three of them.  But not to my mom.  She was cold to my mom, not loving like she was to the others.  She always treated my mom as second best.  As something less.

And when my dad thanked my grandma for giving him my mom, well, that's probably the best thing she ever did for my mom.  Not a lot, just life.

And maybe she was better in her head, but she was never really that great.

So every time I see my mom, I always tell her how much I appreciate her, because she is great and I know that she works hard to be that great.