Seven years ago, my little sister died very suddenly a week after her husband’s heart attack. We are a small family – just the two of us and our parents came as refugees in the 50’s. My sister and I were close – a kind of phone call every day close. She had a wicked sense of humor and our calls were filled with laughter and we expected to be old ladies together now that our families were launched.
I grieved for her and ached for her. There is no burial plot to visit, nowhere to talk to her of my sadness. Until……
Across the street from my home, at the Women’s Park in Chicago, a memorial bench to a friend, surprised me one day and I immediately made arrangements to honor my sister. Now I have somewhere to visit my beloved sister, to decorate the bench with ribbons for her birthday, to clean around it so others can enjoy the beautiful spot comfortably.
The bench has lightened my pain.
M.O. of Chicago
Author, Poet, Photographer
From briefcase to pen, paper and camera, one woman's journey to influence how we care for the environment, our seniors, each other.
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