Today marks one year since my sister Lori’s passing, so I punched purple tulips in her honor.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to put into words all the things my uncle was and is to me.
Today, I sat in front of my window–journal and pen in hand–and desperately willed the words to come. They refused. Usually my readiest companions through the most challenging moments, lately, they have failed me time and time again.
So today, I punched purple tulips in honor of my sister.