Five years ago, our mother, Mysti Bluee, transitioned — but her spirit never left us. She was a giant in every sense: a truck driver, an artist, a healer, and above all, a mother who taught us to fight, love, and rise.
This tribute brings together the voices of her children — my brother, my sister, and me — to honor her life and legacy. It’s not just about what we lost. It’s about what we carry. Her lessons still guide us. Her words still comfort us. Her presence still fuels