May 30th is a tough day for me. . .
On this day 56 years ago, my big sister was born. She was outgoing, smart, funny, generous and kind and full of life. . . until hardships and heartaches took their toll on her.
She died in March 1997 at the age of 33 of a drug overdose – just as we thought things were turning around and getting better for her.
And she is part of why I do what I do. She is part of the reason One Generation Peace Project exists. To empower those who have lost their way, fallen through the cracks.
So today, I remember her love and her spirit and her contagious joy.
I love you, BA. You’re always in my heart. And I know you’re dancing and celebrating this beautiful day in the Summerland.