A Prayer for Us

I stopped writing. Time slowed down to microseconds while my dad breathed out the spirit left in his body. Death has no friends.

What I did instead was paint.

Riding to Zion

Painting was new to me. I dove into it, finding in it a way to put myself elsewhere in a place with no words.

Silence.

There’s just not enough of it.

taken 9 days before my dad died

I am writing again. And I am keeping this blog although I am going from a Premium account to the basic one. That probably means there will be ads. Yuck.

Girl in Michigan (completed one month before my dad died)

Thanks so much for reading this today. I’m sure you have lost a loved one too. This post is a prayer for us, the ones who are left behind.

Forksville, Pennsylvania