This morning, listening to a friend’s lament about her brother’s last few years in his relatively short life, I ended up talking about my sister, Gretchen. Eleven years ago, she died in an apartment fire. Sharing in the name of solidarity, my friend had no idea, and was shocked to hear it. But in telling her, I hoped she’d recognize my understanding, and possibly feel less alone.
Within the multi-faceted canvas of adversity, poetry and music reside. These two orchid flowers in Marissa Bridge’s painting perform as a pair of sisters: flouncy young girls, yet survivors. In spite of just losing the third bud in their family, their blossoms take to the stage and sing the triumphant song of life.