An image of my grief...

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love. --Washington Irving

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer 

but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, 

but live each day thinking about living each day in grief. --C.S. Lewis

I came across this drawing recently, and it just simply fascinates me...

I have held onto it for awhile, not sure that I wanted to share it...

I can't describe it to you in just words...

This drawing that I see, is me...

My eyes see a beautiful, peaceful image very top, of Maddux and myself...

And in my heart, this is a drawing of the grief I carry inside of me every day...

To me, the drawing is still beautiful, maybe not peaceful, but so powerful...