Polly's Garden

I wrote PollyaEUR(tm)s Garden for my sister in her final few weeks. When we were children, she would tell me the most fantastic stories. It then stood to reason that in her last months, the two of us would visit the Garden each evening before bedtime, lying in the dark while spinning tales and giggling. It was at once the most heartbreaking and transformational period of my life.I learned so many incredible life lessons from my sister Polly, but perhaps none is as important as the realization that weaEUR(tm)re all stronger and far more capable than we think. Not in a strong-as-steel sense, rigid and unforgiving, but more so in that weaEUR(tm)re strong like water. We ebb and flow. We love. We grieve. We recover.And we share.I do hope you enjoy her story.