
Māmmiņa Con/Jur/d, 5/13/2025 this year will mark 30 since you passed how selfish death and grieving is, despite the great doubt, the passing on of urban legends on par with biblical studies, and your PhD in plant pathology, you worried we wouldn’t see you in heaven -- of THIS we are certain, the afterlife is far more complicated than our culture’s propagandized FAITH COMPLEX, those psychic dissonances ugly moral truths, the braiding of death with freedom, the violence seeding our clouds, FLASHING out as if unexpected, startled, we displace our shock, as blame, arm the fascists PRE - tend, this is a democracy, although not even 16, you negotiated displaced persons camps, watched the allies, pass overhead on their way to murder civilians, you used radar foiling metal strips as tinsel for Christmas, and read in cemeteries, since the dead were barely worth bombing; YOU taught us the value of family, the protection offered by conditionless love (although, we do remember how you said you could forgive us murder, but not being a communist -- even in this minor way, we occasionally FAIL) primarily, though, you taught us the value of safety, not a physical theatrical safety but a state of mind, an independence, even in terror this will end, your granddaughter (who came after, bears your first name as her middle, and she has much in common with you, tenacity, wisdom, and a certain grounded farseeing -- her mother inexplicably hated Mother's Day, would always retort, if we wished her a happy day, I’m not your MOTHER NO ONE OTHER THAN YOU MAMMINA could ever be wishing you the best And we’re sure we’ll meetup there, above HEAVEN.

Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 5/13/2025
Beautiful photos.
Well that moved me to tears. I can see her so much in your face.
Blessings,
G