Every day at Mystis, we see the same equation play out: tragedy plus poverty equals calamity. A father’s death leaves children adrift. A mother fleeing violence faces the highest risk after leaving. Families collapse when the one anchor holding them together is suddenly gone. Guns won’t disappear, mental illness won’t vanish, but care—housing, counseling, crisis support—is the infrastructure that gives families a fighting chance.

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