Tonight was one of those bittersweet times...we drove up to Cullman to Berkeley Bob's, our most favorite place to play. We weren't performing tonight, we will be there next Saturday night, but Bob and a couple of other friends, John and Mick were playing. It was bittersweet because Bob's mom made her final transformation this week.
His mom had her own table at the coffee house, and tonight at her table there were flowers and a candle, and pictures and cards. It was sad to see her empty chair, but I could close my eyes and see her smiling face. Every time she came to see Rick and me play, she would tell us how much she loved our music.
There were tears shed tonight, but there was also laughter and great music and a feeling that somewhere tonight Bob's mom heard the songs and felt the love.
It was good to see so many of our friends tonight, to hug and laugh...to cherish and appreciate life.
Transformation takes place on so many different levels, but there is one, the final one that we will all
experience someday. I can't imagine a better way to be remembered than the way Bob's mom was tonight.
RIP Mrs. Keefe