She was a survivor. A brilliant, harsh, hilarious, sweet, boisterous, survivor. She spent the first half of her life trying to escape all the while trying her best in every instance to keep me safe. She taught me to survive in a world that treated her in the worst of ways so that when I needed to live in her absence, I could.
And I did.
When she finally found safety after some amazing feats of cunning to survive she began to build a family in earnest to replace the one she had to leave behind. And despite leaving the old family behind , she still tried to let them know she was okay. With this new safety she was safe to access the skill of love. Her incredibly beautiful upside down version of it. In that safety she was able to truly feel the love of belonging and acceptance and she gave it back to them in droves.
She gave me that family.
We lived a life on the run. I lived the life of a survivor with a master level expert. A genius of a strategist -- I found my love for mysteries and riddles by watching this superhero of woman do everything she could for me in the most ingenious of ways. And in the end she let me know she saw me.
She saw all of us.
She spent her life saving her children, built a new family and had a chance to feel real love and show love in her very special way. At the end what she wanted us to know was this ...
Family doesn't ever mean blood
Unconditional love is real
And ... love doesn't always look the way you expect to
I lost the only parent I ever knew. But I also found my mother and my true protector. Thank you for this life we shared.
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