before you went sister i told you you must read this book. you said you did want to and i had it ready to bring to you. it was about hardships of childhood; indomitable women and being parted from your sister for many years and wondering if your sister is dead.
it is about noticing the colour purple in fields. and how god just wants you to notice this.
i found this book resonated with me loudly, the love of the sisters particularly. and i had shivers at its end.
it had a happy ending.
but alice walker is a novelist and a medium and somehow the ending was both real and also heavenly.
it reminds me of the pictures my grandpa most recently painted of little boats in the sky peopled with figures.
sailing through the top of the painting in boats like in a woody allen film.
he left behind the vivid views of France cottages and country side; the many moons and the poplar trunks- or that's how i see them, tall and thin and of my childhood; and he went back to his imaginary worlds with sailing boats in the sky.
Rubi; are you in one of these sailing boats?
it has been most moving to see family members who have grown up and older come together for rachel. seeing my grandpa sprinkling holy water over your coffin sweet sister was so strange and sad. big Ursula came into the church to say goodbye she was so old and slightly bent over rach but she came all that way to be there with you once last time.
we followed you out of the church and there were beautiful flowers for you saying- rubi, sister, rachel, a heart from dylan, a music note from jess a wreath from us and norris- 'she was in her cradle' and loads more. they came from far rubi and we listened to your angelic voice singing out over the church. you were such a humble angel rachy; so much an angel.
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