Bye Mom

Baby Yangblog and Kumsu Yang (1935-2008)

Growing up, Dad would constantly plead with me not to piss off Mom.

"Please stay out of trouble.", begged Dad. "When you get in trouble, I GET IN TROUBLE with Mom."

I was rarely successful, so Dad and I would feel the wrath of Mom. Once as a child I ran and hid under the bed as Mom chased me with a broomstick. She started THRASHING THE BROOMSTICK under the bed to flush me out. Tiny Yangblog came out with his hands over his head.

We were both alike which was the main source of conflict OUR WHOLE LIFE. We were both headstrong. We both had strong opinions we could never keep to ourselves. We both could NEVER LET AN ARGUMENT GO. No wonder Dad and my sister would eat their meals under the table during "family time".

The shock of seeing Mom with tubes and machines in ICU was indescribable. During our final conversation, she told me to shut the hell up because she had something important to say.

She first pulled my sister close to give her a kiss.

She then pulled Abby close, kissed her and told her she is wonderful and Yangblog could not have made a better choice for a wife.

Finally, she pulled me close and gave me a kiss.

She said I had always been her little boy.

(silence.)

No I'm not crying.

My eyes are just peeing.