when my sister died, I sat down to sew. my sister sewed quilts. I made 700 masks during that time. I thought about my sister, and realized I wasn't the best sister I thought I was. it was an honoring of the craft she worked at . when my brother died I couldn't think of anything to keep busy with. I did remember things between us and still do. I purged myself of memories with my sister , but things remembered about my brother aren't over. I still get hits of our past. he really didn't like me much, and I can't help that. I try to remember funny things about him.