my mother, or, as my sister and i sometimes call her, Mater Maxima (big momma in latin - literally "biggest mother") has safely landed in france. at least, i have to assume so because i have not heard from her, and there've been no reports of airplane crashes, terrorist attacks or other disasaters, natural or not.
as a matter of fact, it's a beautiful day.
the Great Shadow of my grandmother's presence that has always stood between us is gone now - no longer must i be tormented by the suggestion and suspicion of divided loyalty. i am no longer anyone's grandaughter - i am simply my mother's child.
and so, quite simply...happy birthday to my mommy. i hope in lourdes you find the peace and healing you deserve.
and futhermore, the war must end. blessed be.