my mother is in England

im understanding what it was like for her all those years when telling ths truth meant two different things, one, the most gracious and sophisticated patter of hospitality and support of loved ones, giving of herself to the community that was foreign to her; even as a woman of twenty great with child.

Then, her kids had to navigate American public grade school where truth telling seemed all mixed up and backwards and neither my mother nor my father knew how to help. In fact they got quite angry at how THEY got compromused.

so, my mother isnt telling–at least, not to me–but im hearing that she IS alive and in England and trying to get permission to stay. RIGHT NOW. What that means as far as the time of day and the reality there I have no idea.

but i would love for this to be true, i would dearly love for her to know about that that email i wrote the night before the morning that she supposedly died was NOT meant to be a threat at all but to OPEN a door to communicatuon. Also, i would LOVE for her to know about the mole-wart and the organic personality disorder and the congenital deficicency x out the 40 years bullshit psych.

And as i have been writing i have realized that of course she has heard!!!

So, everything is falling back into place for the Murphy- Mackintosh-Marshalls.