travelogue 4.5 (meeting Ramona)
This evening, I held in my hand, the suicide note that my Mothers
mother wrote to her husband hours before she shot herself and died.
I never met her...it happened when my mom was 10 years old.
It was spooky and real.
This archeological dig through the photographic
and written remnants of my moms past has been
heavy and deep, but also at times humorous and
intriguing. I knew it would be an important journey
but it has exceeded my expectations a thousandfold.
mother wrote to her husband hours before she shot herself and died.
I never met her...it happened when my mom was 10 years old.
It was spooky and real.
This archeological dig through the photographic
and written remnants of my moms past has been
heavy and deep, but also at times humorous and
intriguing. I knew it would be an important journey
but it has exceeded my expectations a thousandfold.