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The thing about this poem is that it is about the suicide of my mother. As with any loss of a loved one, there are questions that may never be answered, maybe not even in the afterlife. We don't know if those kind of things matter in the afterlife or not. Maybe all that happens here stays here, maybe not. Be that as it may, psychologically it matters to us here, because our journey here is an emotional one.
Even though this tragedy happened about 40 years ago, occasionally I revisit that moment in time and reflect on it.