Before my godmother died in 2015 she had become demented, but this woman was a master, and even in that state we had clear moments shared many real connections. She was agitated about many things, “they are stealing the water” she pleaded with me in tears one day. “I know” i said. “I know.”
She told me about her life during the war, at the end she was haunted by the Nazi’s garrotting her father. “Do you know what that is?” She asked me so sadly. I just nodded with tears in my eyes.
Her death brought me to the truth of my life. My microcosm a perfect mirror of the macro. I had many visions, i sang the Lakota pipe song at her deathbed because when i held her hand and closed my eyes i saw the cosmos and in it appeared a buffalo skull. My father sitting right across from me. I had visions of swastikas for weeks after.