CONFIRMATION
Harry's DNA was gathered from the butt of one of the rare cigarettes he smoked. Despite my having touched it before I realized how important it could be, the lab was able to work up Harry's complete DNA profile. This was done at the Periciales (Experts) laboratory in Mexico City.
Last night I was given the confirmation that the remains found at the site in Lagunillas were Harry's. The DNA match to his own DNA was 99.9963%. This was done by comparing a spectrum of 24 markers as opposed to the 15 chief markers which most labs use, the 15 markers which the FBI expert told me is what they use. The 15 marker comparison done by the lab in Guerrero showed a 99.9875% match to my DNA. The match now is even more precise.
There is no doubt this is Harry, my beloved son, Harry whose life was filled with delight, Harry whose boundless joy grew from the good times he shared with you, his friends, his companions, his allies, his heart. Harry carried each of us in his vast heart. And because there is a place for Harry in each of our own hearts, because that place is Harry's still, Harry is alive because YOU are alive. "ALIVE!, Ma!!!" he would say to me. "How great is that?!!"
I ache from missing my son who was Life's great gift to me. I miss knowing he is
alive in the world, meeting new people and having new Good Times! I miss knowing he will come home and tell me about his adventures and how people are people all over the world and that people are great. I miss his telling me about the different animals he got to know and the places in Nature that made him marvel. I miss his telling me about the children who crossed his path. I miss seeing the world through Harry's eyes, the world according to Harry. I miss knowing he will give me a big bear hug when he's exuberant and an everyday hug when it's an every day and I miss hiskissing me good morning and good night and good-bye on both cheeks.
I miss his laugh, his explosive, infectious laugh. I miss his arguing about anything and everything just to bat ideas around and sometimes to make sure to consider all points of view whether they were what he believed or not. I miss his curiosity and seeing the hours he spent researching everything he was interested in and his talk when an idea took hold of him. I miss his scope. I miss his vision. I miss how he could admit when he fell short and grow from that. I miss his sense of fun. I miss
his insight and his wisdom. I miss his on-going lesson to be connected and free and to give something back and have FUN! wherever you are, whomever you're with. Inclusive, Exuberant HARRY! How grateful I am he spent his last days in Macheros at the butterfly sanctuary. Harry who has now taken wing.
"Ma! Everything's a miracle!" he told me on my birthday. But my real birthday was March 9, 1981, when I came alive in a whole new way and got to be the self I like best. Harry was his father's and my personal miracle. How lucky we were to know him and watch him grow to be the Harry each of you knew. How lucky we who knew him and shared his life and times. How lucky you who had not yet met him who learned his story and have cared about him because Harry's life resonates in yours and you have made him your own. How he would grin to know that!
We are still HERE. NOW. ALIVE! A force of Evil killed Harry. This I now know. I also know that is not what matters most now. What matters most is YOU are HERE. Harry taught us that. Because YOU are ALIVE we can all rejoice that LIFE IS GOOD and Evil does not have the last say because YOU are HERE. NOW. ALIVE. Living a life that is all your own. "How great is that!"
To keep us all mindful how important that is, to help us through this hard time and the hard times which follow, I ask a great favor of you and your children. That is to take a picture of you in Harry's signature I-embrace-the-world, I-embrace-it-all, I-Love-My-Life! pose and to post it here for us all to see you stand with Harry in YOUR OWN LIFE. Let us make that the CONFIRMATION. Harry would love that.
And so would
Ann, the mother of her best beloved son, Harry Russell Edouard Devert,
your own Harry whose father, Georges, was surely there for him at his final moment to wrap him in his arms and kiss both his cheeks and welcome him to his new adventure.
- LOVE YOUR LIFE ! -