I talk a lot on here and am very open about the fact that I have kind of a dysfunctional family, but I exaggerate. And also, who the hell doesn’t nowadays? I can count on less than half of one hand the people I know that have a normal, great family system. Dysfunction makes the world go round. The world would be a really boring place if there was no dysfunction. I have talked ad nauseam about the fact that meditation saved my life. I do credit that with saving my life but I didn’t start until 9 or 10 months after the stroke. And it took about a year to kick in and really make me feel alive again. So what kept me alive until then? My mom. It was my mother’s love. My mom does a SHITLOAD for me and I know A LOT of people who cannot say that. I know people who don’t even speak with their mother. So I’m incredibly lucky to have that in my life. I wouldn’t have gotten through this if not for my mom. I love you Mom, happy Mother’s Day.