Posted on: April 16th, 2012 by jmbroekman 3 Comments

Giant purple stone vase …

for my sister who died seven years ago today. Loss continues to have a loud voice inside my head, and yet there are still few words to describe the inexplicable. I think of her every time I order anchovy pizza; and she comes to mind whenever I see a purple flower blooming. How did empty become so substantially solid?

I spent most of last week trying to make a drawing for Kukla. Whether or not she would’ve liked any of what I did is still a big question mark in my mind. Che ne so (what do I know)? Maybe it’s not so much what death takes away that causes so much difficulty, but what it leaves behind: all those unanswered questions.

Regardless of what she might’ve thought about the drawings, the wisteria, no doubt, would’ve made her smile.


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3 Responses

  1. giovanna says:

    Yes… I agree with you about “…all those unanswered questions.”

  2. yvonne says:

    Thinking of you with Love. Big hug

    • jmbroekman says:

      Thanks Yvonne, and Giovanna – non vedo l’ora di vederti alla fin di questa mese.