Every month for the past three years my sister and I have sent flowers to our elder sister. They brightened the difficult days of her illness. Very simple, just three flowers. Three flowers for three sisters.
On Friday I visited my ailing sister. The three flowers had been delivered just a couple of days previously. They were beautiful burgundy gerber daisies. Two were upright and vibrant. One was wilted and drooped.
Two days later my beautiful sister passed away.
At her request I gave the eulogy at her funeral. Is it strange to say that it was the most heart-breaking, but at the same time the most honoured thing, I have ever done?
As we enter a new year I wish for all of you joy, peace, and love. And flowers.