I guess that I am feeling better about my mother's passing, because I am about to complain about something frivolous that my mother did in the early 1980's. Someone on my favorite therapy site just asked what piece of clothing that you were forced to wear as a child, did you most hate? Well I resented my Catholic school uniform, which I thought was an excuse not to buy your kids cute clothes. As a child, we were struggling to make ends meet and my mom did not have the time or money to include us in a clothes shopping experience. I was the youngest of four children and wore mostly hand-me-downs. But I always felt like I did not keep up with our neighbors and friends who wore stylish clothes.

So lacking any cute clothes, I scofffed when my mother bought me a pair of leg warmers one Christmas. I actually cried over it. Where was the outfit? I just got a pair of "joke" leg warmers. Maybe it is because I was never Jane Fonda or Christie Brinkley. I was not heavy into working out and did not have the outfit to match. (Not that I would ever wear this. It is a little tight.)

Even at Christmas time in Southern California, the leg warmers were a little...warm. I didn't like my legs being any warmer than they already were. Aside from never reading my Christmas lists and buying me a lot of stuff that I didn't appreciate, I had a great mother who I will always love and miss every day.

Am I just like my ex-mother-in-law who still complains about her dead husband 15 years after his death? I guess so.

Esteban: I could care less about your mother's passing! Be forewarned!

If anyone tunes in here specifically to read about what the voices are saying to me, I will have much more dialogue on Tuesday when I drive up to Los Angeles for my mother's funeral.