The cool thing about my sister is that she wasn't afraid to look crazy.
She had a bowling ball collection. A BOWLING BALL COLLECTION, PEOPLE. And what is more is that she kept the collection out on the back lawn, the colorful balls randomly strewn across the green grass.
Advice: if you live where it snows, bring your bowling ball collection inside during wintertime or at least put the hole side down, because water gets in the holes, freezes, expands and cracks the outer layer. I know this to be true.
She also had 2 lighted fake palm trees (in Illinois). Tiny lights and reflectors in her outdoor trees. Crystals strung in her windows to make rainbows. A wild part of the yard so insects and animals could enjoy the wildness.
Because she was paralyzed from the neck down at the end, she was quiet and motionless and birds would land on her. She liked that a lot.
No wonder children loved her. They saw her big power wheelchair as a toy, which is also how she saw it. She dubbed it "La Tonteria," the foolish thing.
One summer, when we were in Chicago together, a mentally ill woman asked her "Do I make you nervous?" and she answered politely, "Oh, no, I'm just flustered by the heat." The woman snapped back "Well, that's God for ya."
I don't think we had a conversation over the past 10 years where one of us did not eventually say "Well, that's God for ya."
Oh, man, I hope she is somewhere really good.