First, it’s an odd stare, and then the eventual question from those courageous enough to ask is- “So- why the long hair?”
It started as a young musician and teenager dream, inspired by my early 80’s guitar heroes. But then as my Mother tried to stop it, well- the rebel in me responded.
But- it took on a deeper meaning as the 1st of 5 pony tails grew in my 20’s when my Mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Cancer took her hair and her life only 18 months later when she was 58.
When she lost her hair during her journey with cancer, my long hair became a symbol of not giving up for both of us. And while she let go of her early need for me to be a “clean cut young man again” and fit into society and style, I finally cut some of my pony tail for her and buried it with her on May 30th, 2000.