I attended my Mother’s funeral yesterday. I was in a room with hundreds of people, and yet I was so alone. She was my Mom, my friend, my safety net in life. She was the one who sat through an endless stream of cheesey kid-magic shows full of plastic gimmicks and goofy tricks when I was a little kid. She was also the one who spent many nights on a hard roll-a-way bed when I was in the hospital. She would applaud when I did the dumbest tricks ever and tell me how great I was. Later, when I was older, she would tell me my angles were bad, and I needed to work on my patter. She was the “cool Mom” to a not so cool little boy.
I sat in my living room yesterday waiting on my kids to get ready to go to the funeral home. I was ready first, setting there, looking at nothing, thinking about nothing, feeling nothing.
At the funeral they had a very nice video tribute to Mom. Pictures of her as a child all the way to her most recent pictures. Several of the pictures were of her with me. There were a few with me as a kid in the top hat and cape. One was of me and her at a benefit for the American Cancer Society a few years ago. I performed there to help raise money. It was a great picture, she was setting at a table with my wife and I was standing over them doing a trick. It was probably one they had both seen a thousand times, she still looked amazed.
Looking back at her life, I see how lucky I was to have a Mom like her. I hope everyone who reads this is as lucky as I.
Curtis “Miles of Magic”
I sat in my living room yesterday waiting on my kids to get ready to go to the funeral home. I was ready first, setting there, looking at nothing, thinking about nothing, feeling nothing.
At the funeral they had a very nice video tribute to Mom. Pictures of her as a child all the way to her most recent pictures. Several of the pictures were of her with me. There were a few with me as a kid in the top hat and cape. One was of me and her at a benefit for the American Cancer Society a few years ago. I performed there to help raise money. It was a great picture, she was setting at a table with my wife and I was standing over them doing a trick. It was probably one they had both seen a thousand times, she still looked amazed.
Looking back at her life, I see how lucky I was to have a Mom like her. I hope everyone who reads this is as lucky as I.
Curtis “Miles of Magic”
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