As you can see, I don't post much. I like to come here to relax after work, check out the threads and enjoy the banter. But my mom died monday and I need to get this off my chest. Although she had just recently turned 75, she kept herself fit and ate healthy. So this was a huge shock. She was the loveliest, funniest little lady, with not a mean bone in her body. I will miss her forever.
I am not looking for sympathy, but I wanted to post on this site because I wanted to say that she was also a huge kings fan. I finished college in '93 and started working full time, so I was soon able to afford 10 game miniplans for me and my dad. I would also buy 3 tickets to 4-5 extra games so we would take my mom. While my dad and I were pretty lowkey (basically exchanged just a little high-five whenever the kings scored), my mom was into it. She would stomp her feet, clap her hands, and yell "go kings!" whenever she felt like it. She loved that "rock and roll" song by gary glitter and would always yell "hey!" at the right time.
This season was something special for the both of us. We both swore to stop watching games for 2 weeks back in feb., but as the kings marched through the playoffs, it seemed we hardly watched any of it at all. I would call her in the evening to say good night and ask if she was watching the game-she would say "I'm flipping channels back and forth--it's too stressful!" I would reply "That's okay, I am doing the same thing!" And we both would laugh. I happened to have some time off then, so I would go over to the house and we would watch the replay, me-completely relaxed knowing the score, but her-still intense, still into it. She would wind herself up, then she would look over to me and laugh, and say "oh well, we are going to win anyway". By the end of last week, we had watched game 6 plus the cup ceremony at least 4 times. She basically adopted Dustin Brown as her favourite player (it started with her feeling bad about his teeth). She was talking to the tv a lot these playoffs, saying "Go Brownie!" or asking me "How is Brownie doing?" I printed up a picture of him in all his toothless glory and she immediately put it up on the fridge, soon to be followed by the team picture with the cup. I bought her a championship hat, and she put it on her head and said "I am wearing this to opening night!"
I miss her, and kings games won't be the same for me for a while. I am going to put her kings hat with her after the funeral service on Sat, and on opening night, I am sure she and my dad will be watching from wherever, her clapping and moving around, and him looking slightly embarrassed, but with a little smile on his face.
Thank you for your patience during this self-indulgent post, but I needed to vent.