My Mom didn't just belong to her immediate family, she belonged to many others who she considered her extended family.

I had such a terrific upbringing and was blessed to have such wonderful parents. But it was Ma who was the main catalyst for much of this. It was mom that introduced her kids to an eclectic way of thinking that included a broad and diverse range of activities. From music, to theater, to literature to thinking outside the box and not conforming to the norm.

Even though we were deeply involved in the Mormon church at the time, her true persona was diverse and full of distinctive character that one might not associate with a Mormon woman leader. She endeared herself to many during these years with her extensive knowledge in many subjects including music, world affairs and a deep longing for the truth in all aspects of life. Whether it be history, current events or spiritual devotion.

Once when Ma was leading a Sunday School class that included all my friends back in the 70's at the Mormon church, she surprised all of us when she featured the song and lyrics of a famous rock band, “Rush.” That song was the “Trees.” I don't remember the context of the study, but the song is emblematic in reference to oppression and equal rights. That was my mom in a nutshell. Always identifying with what was truly important and at the same time, without trying, being hip while capturing the heart of the subject.

Many of my closest friends, Bobby, Greg and my first true love Tina, considered my mom their buddy and would spend hours over at our house engaged in lengthy conversations about their lives. This was also my mom, an easily accessible person who was a touchstone, confidant and pal to so many people throughout her life.

This applied to my sister Julie and myself as well. Anytime I was considering a major change in life or had an idea about something I first went to Ma. She would listen and comment with non-judgmental suggestions. I know for a fact without her many hours of prayer on my behalf I wouldn't be here today. She always stepped up for me and took my side when it was the correct thing to do. Even with Dad and some of the disagreements we had in my adolescence.

Music played a major role throughout her life. This included all types of music ranging from classical to the many genres of jazz to rock and roll. I remember once when she called the High School to tell them I wouldn't be in that day because I was going to be a stagehand downtown for a big rock concert. When they balked she fired back that she was a musician, her son was one as well and it was perfectly alright with her if I missed one day of school for that experience.

It's not possible to capture the essence of my mother in a few paragraphs. There are a plethora of stories to share. Her love for Jesus, family and friends were her whole life. Though inevitable, we all are to pass, missing my mother will truly be a difficult and an enduring process. I will always remember her as my Christ filled, endearing prayer warrior mom, who's earthly love I will truly and greatly miss.