My mother’s ashes spread around an old tree on our family farm in Illinois
My mother’s ashes spread around an old tree on our family farm in Illinois

I had an imaginary conversation with my mom the other day. Sometimes that happens when you lose people you love. You imagine them when they aren’t there and you think about what they would say or do. Obviously, it’s just a fragment of them, but sometimes it helps you get through extremely painful moments.

This time though, the conversation arrived as easy as complimentary dinner rolls. I was imagining my mother hearing about my newest coding endeavor that seemed to be sticking. It wasn’t another fluke, I wanted to tell her. It was something to be proud of. …

Gina Marie Maini

~$ whoami

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