Virtual Trauma Art Exhibit Showcase
My husband says I should have a tattoo that says, "Nothing is ever just easy." He's not wrong. During the Great COVID Quarantine of 2020/21 my sister had been diagnosed with colon cancer in Indianapolis and it took a turn for the worst around Thanksgiving. The drive to Indianapolis was eight hours each time I took off from work and headed out. As I tended to her affairs and made arrangements for her three elementary school aged children I could not visit her due to COVID restrictions. However, she was on the first floor. I would call her on the cell phone and talk from outside her window. Since it was December and January, it was bitter cold so I went in costumes- Pikachu, Tigger, Bigfoot, or whatever I could find. After we talked so long, I would either do a dance for her or do art to display in her room. She believed that she would beat cancer and rally to go home to her children- even when she was in hospice. She was reaching for hope until the day she drew her last breath. "Reaching for Hope" was in her room until February 27, 2021 when she was greeted by our parents and the football stadium of cats she owned over the years, who had previously arrived in Heaven and were waiting patiently.