My mother passed away this week after her third battle with cancer. This is what I said at her memorial service. --- My name is Aimee and I am Greta's eldest daughter. My sister Karrie, my aunt Heidi and I thank you for joining us…
I first heard "Don't Dream It's Over" as I was pulling into the mall parking lot in 1986. I was late for work at the record store, but I just sat in my car as this gorgeous song floated all around me. I bought Crowded House's first album that night and they have been my all-time favorite band for 30 years now. I went back in time and fell in love with Split Enz, and pretty much anything Neil Finn has done during his entire career. No joke, we named our cat Finn after the man. That's devotion. When Neil toured the US in 2014 without a Denver date, we built a trip to Los Angeles around his show at the Orpheum. Sure, it was nice to take my son to Disneyland, but it was more important to me that HE SAW NEIL FINN IN CONCERT.
Here we go. Back to school. When our whole schedule changes because we are a family of night owls and school starts at 7:30am. And we start hibernating a bit to accommodate homework and projects and regular sleep habits. Summer is fun for us; we do lots of fun things. We also stay up late and sleep in. There were a couple times this summer where Dex proved he was headed towards bonafide teenhood as I woke him up around noon. But eh. It's summer. And all of a sudden, it's not. School kind of snuck up on us to the point where I completely messed up the correct registration days and we both completed all the necessary paperwork as well as finished all that dreaded school supply shopping late Friday. School started for him today instead of yesterday because they allow 6th graders a day alone in the school to get better acclimated before the big kids come back.
Note: Denver Comic Con has provided my family with passes and Grayson's photo but words are mine.There has been a real shift in our family entertainment this year. It's not just us telling Dex about cool stuff coming to town, he is noticing it happening around him and requesting to go. Case in point is Denver Comic Con, which runs June 13-15 at the Denver Convention Center. Of course I have heard of it before. Let's face it, we're nerds (and proud of it). The timing just never worked out. But when your graphic-novel loving, Dr. Who-vian, Minecraft-obsessed kid asks about Comic Con, you put it on the calendar.
We met at a concert and it's almost an age test to see who remembers the bands who played: The Mighty Lemondrops and Material Issue. I get very reminiscent with I hear "Inside Out" and "Valerie Loves Me." When we tell the story, each of us leave out details we don't like, but the main point is this: it was a condemned bar and Bryan was moving back to Baltimore the very next day. The company I worked for was hiring and I gave him my number under that pretense. But we both knew there was something there, even then.