Jinsi Jundt 1971—2024
Jinsi was born in 1971 and died in 2024.
Jinsi’s Leaf is at the southeast corner of Third Avenue and Pine Street. If you have any memories or photos, please comment below.
Jinsi was born in 1971 and died in 2024.
Jinsi’s Leaf is at the southeast corner of Third Avenue and Pine Street. If you have any memories or photos, please comment below.
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Glen Jackson
Hi my name is Glen Jackson. I’m 30; born July 25th 1995. I’m Jinsi’s only known child. IDK what people think when they saw my mom as she was but if you got a glimpse of her heart you would understand what angels are. They’re here and walk among us. From taking the 174 bus 3 hours to come get me for visitations, to jail cell conversations telling me how much things were falling apart, she saw the good in everyone and took advice from broken souls. I wish we could have had a regular life you know. Like we lived at a YMCA by the public library making the best of what we could. We found 20 dollars in a milk shop in pike place and felt unstoppable. I wish I had the financial resources to help her the way she needed. I have a binder full of all the letters she wrote me from prison. She used to send me checks and I would tell her to keep them for herself and she wouldn’t. I stand today feeling an uneasy feeling of disappointment for all the time I’ve devoted to meaningless activities with temporary people when she had me forever. I saw her 3 or 4 years ago and she was laying on the sidewalk. I tried and tried to get through to her but she could barely recognize me or believe I was a person wanting to help her. After that I lost her; she never had a phone and was always in the wind. I hope she can forgive me. I can’t remember us celebrating a holiday together. I don’t know how I’ll forgive myself trying to keep it together; you know live life the way she would want me to. but I always had this hope of me like making it good enough where I could get my own spot and she would stay with me. I just started getting my credit good 8 months ago things with the studio are finally coming to a stable point me. My dad is in a better place now but I guess so is she, free of all the hate, the lies, the suffering. My mama died shivering. My heart is permanently mortified. When people see the good in me it was all the love you gave me. Thank you mom I’m here without you but you’re still with me in my dreams. I’ll remain the rest of my days hoping I can forgive myself.