Tonight my sister was beautiful. I had the opportunity to watch a performance at NYU of her original devised piece Doubtful Joy. It was an incredible exploration into how we handle death. It took the actors' personal stories and experiences with death and turned them into a potent and meaningful tapestry of the variety of ways we process what death is and how it effects us.
I'm proud of the work she did.
I'm proud of her passion for making our personal stories and experiences come alive.
I'm proud of her ability to weave together a disparate group of people.
I'm proud of her perseverance through a challenging semester.
I'm proud of her humility.
I'm proud her insight and ability to handle truly challenging material in way that included many voices, but offered life.
Way to go little 'sis. I love you.