She was the kind of woman...

 Memorial for Lola, the mother I knew...

She was the kind of woman to let her guard down, 

invite you in, feed you, laugh with you, cry with you, 

Insisting on sending you home with leftovers from a night out in town,

To put you first in the seat of loving company. 

And then, she crashed hard into a steel beam built from the ground up, 

flattened her chest, tore open her heart, and set it on the floorboards that creaked in the early mornings, 

before the children rose for the day, groggy with affection, bits of food churning up, 

as her guard was down, she listened to the fore warnings...

A reckless woman is a woman in love. She will prevent no fear to be deemed unfit for affection, for trusting times with her reputation to live on, through her community inspired features that had not been grieved. Irreplaceable, in my world, how would I have not honored her by now? It's been five years since she passed from Cervical Cancer - some tragedy that occurred from a gut that simply stopped working, digesting, and eventually led to a painful end. 

If it wasn't for her, I would not be here. If she had not been rejected by her community, she would not have met my father. If she had been outrageously inconvenient, we sure loved her for it, since no one in the preconceived world gave her a shot - she lived triumphantly as her own self. What a tragedy to be born in the 60's, with the turn of the century in moral aptitude for American citizenship, for Rights, and the newfound attitude that set off her generation to inspire those after to continue with the reckoning of peaceful encounters and a harsh reality that we all succumb to as the righteous path. She held titles of non-negotiable tenders that realized her wealth at the wink of an eye to court her love as interesting as the foot she put down in her household. Her name bore a strength that she modeled graciously, one that followed her into maturity as her children sprouted into potential success. 

The woman was a thoroughbred champion in her own right and helped many succumb their fears to stand tall in the face of their personal strife. She held the composure of weak moments so that she could represent victims of rape in their time of need. 

What she died with, in those waking moments of hostile bodies that laid lifeless, unconscious, scared as survivors, she bore with her in death. A private life of healing and atrocious swelling fears of what exists in the world as human actions upon other human beings cringed her within. Unaffecting her motherly duties or familial events. Something remarkable in her demeanor as a professional to emulate in the community as a safe haven for friendship, trust, and confidence that a solution will arise amidst a surmounting pressure to fail, to remain a victim, to fall. 

I just want to say Thank You, to those that helped train her, educate her, and invited her to seminars and councils to aid with her expertise, her life, and her heritage. She was a great role model, one that I wish could continue in our community as a mother role can expect. I truly want to thank all those that helped her in recovery, in her healing, and in her everlasting effects she made in her life to withstand against those hardships. 

In her five year memorial, she will be mourned again as her loss is felt thoroughly since her initial passing. It is time to put her things away, to let her go, to let the healing of life mend our responsibilities to carry on forward as we know the role to fulfill within our own family lives. There will be other healing women in the community, healing men, healing children, healing animals and especially our medicines to look forward to in preventing our decisions from leading us astray. Please pay attention to your families as a safe haven and to keep those assistances clear of our own families. Cleanse, understand the dangers, and remain safe at all times throughout any helping hand moment. 

__Mischief