We each have a different tradition on this day. I look out as sun strikes the ridge with light and birds sing and squirrels chirp. I read about the explosions, blood and killings in Sri Lanka. I’m tempted to leave this page blank, feeling there are no words to express what I might say, and I resolved to post each day after my brother’s passing as my homage to him who was my greatest cheerleader. As older sister, I could do no wrong.
My family is gathering today. I look forward to the sanctity in that while knowing there is death for others, pain.
I feel my brother coming through in various ways, allowing me to know he is here in different form. Spirit speaks. I feel love in my being, peace.