Judy

She was like a hurricane, unpredictable. She filled the room with intensity, both from her kindness and her mere presence. She carried more than her  weight in trauma, as if it were a coat that protected her from her own nature. She walked through life tearing things down and building them up; nothing was off limits. She looked at the landscape with more than one set of eyes and moved forward constantly, even when her body and mind were telling her to stop. Her connection to life and all that was...mystical. Pure magic. 

Her imagination poured out of her onto paper and canvas with pencils and paints, fabrics and beads, flour and butter, voice and guitar strings. She was the epitome of the earth mother, bringing forth life where there were only ideas. 

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The love that oozed from her being, was often misunderstood, even feared. Those who knew and loved her, didn't always know what to do with her.

She was an anomaly in the world of men. But, to me, she was my best friend. My eccentric and beautiful mother who gave me her heart and soul even when she thought she was broken. She listened to me, even when I didn't make any sense. She loved me her way. She gave me my singing voice, my penchant for words, my smile, and a strength within me to love even when it's hard. She gave me memories, a little bit of her magic, and all of her love.       ​