The Sweet Husband

I became my Mother

For a period of time, in my twenties, I came to the conclusion that my mother was just so very
inappropriate, she had what I called a nervous laugh, and it showed up at the most inappropriate
times, I felt really sorry for her.
That lasted until I BECAME her, and finally realized it wasn't a nervous laugh at all, she just found
99% of everything that happened funny.
One Example, I played the piano at funerals for a funeral home in Cleveland and one in Humble starting when I was about 14, and she always went with me. I never saw the dead person, I was in a little room to the side of the chapel, Mama went to all the services.
WE had to get there about an hour before the service started, mama would sit in the chapel and come and tell me when people started getting there and I would start playing.
One time, she came into the room and said, you need to come look at this man, something looks off about him. I got up and went to see, and told her well, he looks funny around his forehead, his eyebrows look funny, like he's surprised to be here.
Mama started laughing, and could not stop, she went back and tried to stay for the service, but finally just came in the room with me, she kept saying that poor man.
As we came out of the chapel after the service, the man's wife and two sons stopped to thank me for the music and one son said to the other one, wonder what they did to daddy, he looked like he was saying What the Hell???
I had to help mama to the car! That would so be me, 100% totally me.