THE INTERNATIONAL PULPWOOD QUEENS AND TIMBER GUY BOOK CLUB
Your Heart is in my Hands: a Letter to My Mother Ruthie Landis Dear precious Leelee, I call you by the name you loved the most, the name your grandson, Sasha, gave you when he was a baby. You took to it immediately and it stuck. It has been five years since your transition and I celebrate you today, as I celebrate you always, for the magnificent person you were in this lifetime, as my mother, best friend, and heart support. I throw rose petals upon your grave laden with ice and snow, as well as your little Gabby’s ashes. I place her little cast paw prints upon your headstone. Last week I had to put little Gabby to her final sleep. You had called her home to you after having left her or loaned her to Ed and me these last five years since you left us. I still think of you and miss you terribly every day. Though she had her idiosyncratic quirks, she was truly a “dear” as you called her, and she tethered me to you and I suppose helped me through my loss of you on this human plane, though as I write this the keen bite of grief 76
APRIL 2022
