Polly Elizabeth Howard
2 October 1956 — 25 August 2013
Polly’s Garden was written for our sister in her final few weeks. When we were children, she would tell us the most fantastic stories. It then stood to reason that in her last months we would visit the Garden each evening before bedtime, lying in the dark while spinning tales and giggling. It was at once the most heartbreaking and transformational period of our lives.
We all learned so many incredible life lessons from our sister Polly, but perhaps none is as important as the realization that we’re all stronger and far more capable than we think. Not in a strong-as-steel sense, rigid and unforgiving, but more so in that we’re strong like water. We ebb and flow. We love. We grieve. We recover.
And we share.
We hope you enjoy her story.