The moment I read the poem it resonated with me. It was the perfect description of the pain I felt. The pain of losing a loved one. The pain I kept falling into each time it hit me, again and again, that they were gone. The image I saw in my head was of a girl willing in darkness and grief, so that’s where I started. Then, one day, when my grief was particularly bad, someone gave me a few words of widsdom that really helped to bring me out of my grief. I was reminded that I am the one feeling the pain of their loss. My lost loved ones are happy, free, and together again. It was after this conversation that I began to imagine them surrounded in light and happiness, and was able to finish the painting.
The pain is not gone, I don’t think it will ever be gone, but it becomes bearable. No longer all encompassing as I remember the smiles and the love we shared, waiting patiently for the day we are together again.