My mother is the closest thing to God I know. Her God concept,
whether she knows it or not, is that she cannot be fully known by
just one name or one single entity. Not Dahlia, Zalia, Zat, Dale,
Mrs. Testa, Gale, Ma, Grammy, Mimi- but someone other. Someone who
serves as many beings to many people, revealing herself to each of
us in ways that we can best appreciate and understand.
After decades of indifference, self-indulgence, rebelliousness,
embarrassment, and plain old apathy, I can finally say I truly
appreciate my mother and her many pseudonyms. But I've never been
able to understand her as well as a daughter should. She deserves
understanding and to have her stories and memories chronicled. I
hope I do them justice.
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