It’s been seven months. The constant pressure of my grief has abated but I don’t feel ready yet to let go of the pain. The pain tethers me to him, it’s what keeps me close to him.
My grief raises its head at strange and unexpected moments. Today it was chili. He always made the chili. But it was a chili kind of day today and so I made it myself. Nothing is the same without him.
Combining my current state of grief with my pastimes of art and gardening has produced this series. Please click on the image for a better view.