The Season of Giving

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parents — as they tasked her to be their primary caregiver at the end of their lives. She more than rose to the challenge, strengthened by her husband, Saint Henry, and their children.It’s been eleven months since she was relieved of her duties — and my little sister has finally been able to take a breath, shake off some shadows of the past, stretch her wings, and soar.I am incredibly proud of her. I was 9 1/2 years old when she was born, I was so excited to have a little baby sister. I became her instant built-in babysitter, playmate, and second mother. I am grateful for all the times we have shared together. All hours laughing until we are crying, for all the conversations we have about our

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artwork and writing. She makes me a better person, a more creative person. I am blessed to be her sister. I thank God — the Universe — whatever you want to call it for her all the time.Our love of dogs is another thing we share in common. Recently, one of her dogs, Duke, had a health scare and major surgery. A scary time for their family, and so much to deal with right before the holidays and the anniversary of our father’s death.There are plenty of stories of hers that I could choose to share, picking one was a difficult task, but one of my favorites has to be the one Daphne wrote about Duke — <a href="https://readmedium.com/petals-of-hope-d13b5b5ac146">Petals of Hope</a>.</article></body>

Duke and Daphne’s Story

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“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” — Mother Theresa

There is a story that touched my heart, written by someone very close to me — my sister. Daphsam is one of the most giving individuals that I know. She is the youngest of four — the youngest by 10 years between me and her. Sixteen years younger than our eldest brother.

She gave all of herself to our parents — as they tasked her to be their primary caregiver at the end of their lives. She more than rose to the challenge, strengthened by her husband, Saint Henry, and their children.

It’s been eleven months since she was relieved of her duties — and my little sister has finally been able to take a breath, shake off some shadows of the past, stretch her wings, and soar.

I am incredibly proud of her. I was 9 1/2 years old when she was born, I was so excited to have a little baby sister. I became her instant built-in babysitter, playmate, and second mother. I am grateful for all the times we have shared together. All hours laughing until we are crying, for all the conversations we have about our artwork and writing. She makes me a better person, a more creative person. I am blessed to be her sister. I thank God — the Universe — whatever you want to call it for her all the time.

Our love of dogs is another thing we share in common. Recently, one of her dogs, Duke, had a health scare and major surgery. A scary time for their family, and so much to deal with right before the holidays and the anniversary of our father’s death.

There are plenty of stories of hers that I could choose to share, picking one was a difficult task, but one of my favorites has to be the one Daphne wrote about Duke — Petals of Hope.