My younger sister died before she was even born.
I was 5 at the time, and now I am 80.
As a big sister, I could be grieving for such huge loss.
We found a purple tulip the next day that my sister died.
It was a kind of purple that up until this time I haven’t seen another one.
I was distracted by its beauty but didn’t see any deeper meaning.
I didn’t even understand my feelings as a kid, as I do now.
I didn’t cry when she died, and neither did I mourn at any time in my life.
I saw my father cried but, my mother mourned her the most.
I learned that grief feels different at each stage of your life and who are you grieving for.
Your emotions grow older as you mature.
Love builds and sticks through time.
My love for my sister was a love I never understood.
Now that I am older, I would love to believe that the purple tulip was my little sister.
They said tulip bulbs multiply,
But, the purple tulip stayed there by itself.
They also said that tulips bloom for seven years at the most.
The purple tulip is now 75 years old, and so was my little sister.
(Disclaimer: purple tulip was real. It is 75 years old, and was found the next day after the death of a sister. Other details are from the writer.)
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