It was a sad tea I had today. I finally made myself sit down and write something about my sister Dori to either read, or have read, at her memorial service this coming weekend.
I grabbed the photographs I had pulled out of old photo albums, a pot of Pu-erh tea and my Thistle tea cup and saucer. It was a beautiful, but slightly cool morning outside, but perfect weather for remembering and reflecting on Dori’s wonderful spirit out on the deck.
It’s impossible to write down, much less think of, everything she’s done over the years and how she has effected so many people. I just have to come to grips with the fact that we can’t get it all in on one day. Her spirit was just too darn big.
I will miss her terribly. Tea is a great comfort to me for sure.