I hate Tuesdays now. It happened on a Tuesday.
It's been eight weeks. It still hurts, but I try to move on. Maybe not move on. Keep going. Keep my head above water. I'm more accepting of keeping my life in motion, whereas before I wanted everything to stop because I didn't want to let her go.
I have made a few, but here is one of the most recent paintings I've made of her.
This one looks the most like her. I also like it because it's ghostly.
So here I am trying to pick up the pieces.