10/28/2026
Ten years without my uncle Joseph. It’s hard to believe.
So many things still bring me back to him, especially the colorful life he gently nudged me toward. This colorful and soulful life of mine, with these special, old rugs.
My uncle and I became especially close during what we didn’t know would be the final few months of his life. It was such a short time, yet it changed the entire direction of mine. His untimely passing left my tightly knit family in pieces, and we still carry that sadness.
The only light to come from that grief has been what I started because of what he ignited in me: Blue Parakeet Rugs.
Joseph shared the world of antiques and old rugs with me almost like talk therapy, opening up decades of knowledge and experience. I still can’t believe that world became my life.
I often wish he could see what has grown from that little time we had; the people I’ve met, the homes where I’ve laid floor art, and the friendships that have come along the way.
My life is more colorful than it has ever been, and so much of that is because of him. He set me on my path, and I carry his influence with me every day. If you make it to the last pic, that was a pic of us, many, many moons 🌒 ago.
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