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.


An open source reference implementation for organ procurement and transplantation.

Gina Marie Maini

~$ whoami

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