Amy, I love you.
One of the very few that has been able to navigate the COMPLETE nightmare of dealing regularly with my Pop and ME, with utter grace and class.
Not many will understand this post, but I don’t really give a shit.
It’s bad enough having to deal with the loony, passionate, emotional unpredictability of one of us, let alone the both. It’s caused many to just hang it up, and cash in while they are ahead. And understandably so.
Just not you.
I honor you with the articulation that it’s quite possible you are one of the best people I’ve EVER met. For real. And I’ve met a billion.
It’s on no level a stretch that you are the FAR better half of Mr. and Mrs. Steve Powers, and I dunno if I COULD deal without you around.
You make everything safe.
Thank you MOM.