Sunday, December 18, 2022
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I did not meet Joan. Joan was buried across the street from my condo on February 19, 2021, hours before my 28 year old brother died in a head on collision on his way to Steamboat Springs. Many things happened that day that seem bizarre, wild, out of character, and ultimately, I think Joan brought my brother home to me. I took pictures of rainbows and hursts, dream catchers fell, and it was the most magical and saddest day of my life.
I have two of her obituary pamphlets that landed in my yard that day. I'm a 36 year old single mom and Buddhist, I read tarot, I tap into Spirit energy and when someone knocks on the door, I open. I'm also a writer and I've been trying to write a screenplay about my brother for the past two years -- it has been writing itself in my head ever since that bizarre day.
I knew in my screenplay, Nick, my brother, would need a spirit guide to help him figure things out. I had no idea it was Joan until every moment of that day presented itself to me again including her pamphlet and then the rabbit hole I went down to hear about her life. I watched the grave side tribute and I heard all about Hurricane Joan.
I have no idea how to contact her sons and daughter-in-law, but I wanted to let the family know, Hurricane Joan is clearly not done. She has a role to play in this story I'm trying to tell to bring my family healing and solace. I'd love to meet and learn more about her so I can do her representation justice on screen. I am so honored to have crossed paths with her. Condolences, blessings, and love to the family and most of all, laughter, lots and lots of laughter.
If it isn't too triggering or weird, my name is Kaylee Browning. 720-415-6560. Give me a text.
