Posted on: April 16th, 2011 by jmbroekman 4 Comments

I’ve been painting purple tulips

for my once-older sister Kukla, who died 6 years ago today. I am older now than she was then, and I am still at a loss for words, while I continue trying to figure out how to move through life carrying this giant hole that she left behind. You wouldn’t think a hole could weigh so much.

Purple was her favorite color. She collected pitchers. And she loved flowers, especially tulips. One of my favorite memories of time spent with her was when we took my mother back to Holland, just the three of us. On a cold rainy day – almost exactly 12 years ago today – we went to visit the Keukenhof gardens. They were in full bloom and my sister was a pig in you-know-what. She was completely delighted by every single glorious bed of color.

Snapshots below are of shopping on the streets in Amsterdam; and my mom’s elementary school – directly across from the little hotel where we stayed.


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4 Responses

  1. Sandy Quinn says:

    A beautiful remembrance of Kukla. She will always be with you.


  2. Lin says:

    the paintings are as exquisitely beautiful as your memories, your sentiments, your poetry of expression (you wouldn’t think a hole could weight so much), your entire way of being. you teach me so much and you don’t even know it!

  3. jmbroekman says:

    Many thanks to all of you for your kind thoughts via e-mail and comments to my blog. I’m not always sure I should be putting some of this stuff “out there”, but in the end you all remind me what connections are all about, and how important they are. So, thank you.