Chao, MausiGal
There are times and places for everything. Oh, so cliché, yet ever so true. For me, the time for MausiGal is to close.
I began this blog back in March 2013. Although I did a wordplay on "Sugar Mama," this was more a post about my baking addiction. Posts would follow in a similar manner - is MausiGal joking about her love all things flour, or more about, well, those things doth we wish not to speak?
Years have gone by - for all of us, and perhaps for those just looking for the first time. Do not pretend. You are in no means immune to the minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years that are stolen from us, and from the loved ones that are taken from us. So many of the students I teach experience this madness so much earlier than I ever needed to. To them I think, I hope, I truly pray that they can do more for the world that I every tried to. Yet yes...each of our experiences are so different. So unique. I respect each and every one.
MausiGal. So many years ago the woman who was happy go lucky, filled with determination, yet at the same time not as all jaded as the one who is alive now. Who has seen the humiliating conditions the elderly must live in, in our country, a first world country. My father was lucky enough to have a caring family and support system (thank you, Senior Angels!) thank always made sure he felt loved. The others? What are we doing for the elders in our nation? The ones who have survived atrocities and are able to tell us, above all...
HISTORY NEED NOT REPEAT
I have decided after this to move forward with a different blog with photos and poetry lines. Why? To be honest, I am fearful in this current society that my lines from my simple blog will be twisted, distorted, to gosh knows what means. Many of you have noticed I've been staying away from social media. Yes. The fear of having my words twisted to someone else's means is too much. Am I up for the fight? As always. However, I feel that fighting against idiocy is just a waste of my precious time when I could be tutoring students to graduate from high school, learning more about diversity and inclusion, or, even better, helping my amazing sons be better for their future.
To those of you who are brave enough to use words, I applaud you. Keep up the fight.
I want to end MausiGal with the words I have had at the end of my outgoing emails on my school account for months. I cannot even begin to tell you how much these resonate.
