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Kevin Fischer is a veteran broadcaster, the recipient of over 150 major journalism awards from the Milwaukee Press Club, the Wisconsin Associated Press, the Northwest Broadcast News Association, the Wisconsin Bar Association, and others. He has been seen and heard on Milwaukee TV and radio stations for over three decades. A longtime aide to state Senate Republicans in the Wisconsin Legislature, Kevin can be seen offering his views on the news on the public affairs program, "InterCHANGE," on Milwaukee Public Television Channel 10, and heard filling in on Newstalk 1130 WISN. He lives with his wife, Jennifer, and their lovely young daughter, Kyla Audrey, in Franklin.

The Year of My Mother: O Tannenbum

The Year of My Mother


"THE YEAR OF MY MOTHER" IS A YEAR-LONG SERIES OF BLOGS DEDICATED TO MY DEAR, SWEET MOM WHO DIED IN EARLY JANUARY OF THIS YEAR. I PLAN TO DEVOTE SPECIAL BLOGS THROUGHOUT 2010 TO MY MOM WITH SPECIAL REFLECTIONS AND MEMORIES THAT I HOPE WILL INSPIRE READERS AND CAPTURE THE TRUE SPIRIT AND CHARACTER THAT WAS THE GREATEST WOMAN I HAVE EVER KNOWN.

Recently, I ran into an old friend of mine at a shopping mall, an engineer from WTMJ.

He told me how he lost his mother in October after he personally cared for her the past 10 years.There was some consolation that she died where she wanted to, in her very own home. His mother was 99 and he admitted how her death was so very hard.

My immediate thought: I am not alone.

This is the first Christmas for our family without our dear mother. It is rough and very difficult. We will, as the famous Christmas song goes, “muddle through somehow.” And will enjoy a very nice Christmas. Still, it won’t and can never be the same.

I know too many others who are experiencing the same pain this Christmas, the loss of a loved one this year. Words can’t describe the sorrow. If only Mom could be here to see her beautiful angelic granddaughter. Unlike last Christmas, Kyla is walking, running, talking more, and cuter than ever.

No, life is not fair. But I think of what my dear friend state Senator Mary Lazich told me at my mother’s wake: “Look for the rainbows.”

“Look for the rainbows.”

How, when your mother is a mere few feet way in a casket?

The rainbows are the countless, vivid memories, the laughs, the smiles, the anecdotes, the lessons, the teachings.


If Mom was with us Christmas Eve when the Fischer family traditionally opens gifts, she would revel in what everyone except herself would open. Typical. It’s like that classic Jimmy Dean Mother’s Day song where there was one piece of pie and two hungry people left and suddenly Mom wasn’t so hungry anymore.

On past Christmas Eve’s, Mom would laugh and get that nostalgic look in her face when my brother Greg and I would bring up old stories.

My mother’s father died a very young man from pneumonia. Mom was just a child. So she and her brother, Uncle Harry, didn’t always have the most extravagant holidays. And yet, the way Mom always told it on many a Christmas Eve, they didn’t mind. Why? Because it was the accepted holiday fare. Family was together .Everyone was happy.

Mom remembered that before the gifts could be opened, the kids had to sing.

To their older relatives.

O Tannenbaum.

In English.

And German.

In recent years, I kidded my mom….go ahead, Mom. Sing it. And I’d laugh. And then Mom would start to sing with great pride in German.

I will dearly miss the great stories this year. But I won’t forget them. And all the other “rainbows.”

Merry Christmas, Mom.

Please know we love you and are thinking about you. I think you'd like this.




O Tannebaum, the lyrics.


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