The last thing I said on the air on Christmas Eve morning was a suggestion that you enjoy Christmas Day like it might be your last. That’s good advice but I had no idea how Christmas Weekend 2,020 would be changed for our family. My mom, Agnes Ulm, passed away Christmas Eve evening at the age of 91. I don’t know what was the most remarkable thing about my mom. Was it the work that she did with little kids involved in the Head Start program in Lima and Delphos that lasted more than 38 years and only ended when she suffered a stroke at the age of 77? Was it that she never lost her faith despite seeing cancer take a devastating toll on her family, losing a husband, daughter and grand-son to it? Or, was it the fact that she never raised her voice. Never! Not even at me. Our mothers play such a special and important roll in our lives that losing one at any age is always extremely tough. To many of you who called, sent emails or text messages with condolences to our family over the past several days, please know it’s very much appreciated. That’s the way I see it.