November 16, 2013
In a show of respect for Barbara Gibb and all mothers, I thought it right to post this short but poignant story about one man’s love for his mother, whose devotion to the Bee Gees was there from childhood.
I don’t have a dramatic story, but I do know that the Bee Gees made my Mother’s life special. She grew up with them and their music and always played it in our house. She raised me alone and had many struggles in her life; but no matter what was going on, the music was there playing when I got home from school. I think the records were always going, whether Mom was cleaning the house or making dinner or sitting down at the kitchen table writing out the checks for her bills. She didn’t let me know when times were bad because she sang her way through all of her bad times, including the illness that took her life. This isn’t meant to be sad. Mom loved all three brothers, and they gave her great times through the songs that she loved. She would talk about them as though they were friends. She never met them and couldn’t afford to see the concerts, but she was their biggest fan. I have wonderful memories of my Mom; and as an adult, I know how much she sacrificed for me. I never thought about her working two jobs and how hard it must have been for her. Kids don’t realize what their parents do for them when they’re young. I could spend a week listing all the wonderful things she accomplished and how she made my life special with her love, but I just want say that the Gibb brothers made her happy in a way that nothing else did. Their music was special and inspiring, and Mom told me she felt like she was growing up as they were growing up, and she cherished them from the time she was a little girl. She’d tell me stories about how excited she’d get when a new record came out and she’d save her money to buy it and then play it until she knew every lyric by heart. My memories of Mom and the music will always be with me, and I want to thank my Mom for loving me and the Bee Gees for making her life happy.