It’s weird that I find myself longing for something to happen that hasn’t happened in over forty years. To just walk, dance and laugh down a hot West Texas sidewalk on a summer afternoon with my best friend.
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100
This is my 100th illustration dealing with grief. For me, balance started to seem attainable when I learned that grief is love. So, I’ve been moving this mountain of grief into the valley where the love was. One rock at a time.
Someday
It’s been almost four months that I’ve spent trying to peer through this divide between us. Right now I can only look back on the brief time we had. Someday, there will be more, I hope.
I Feel You 