Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Pain & Joy
The pain I feel is hard to explain. It cuts straight through my soul and into my heart. A piece of me, my existence, my life, my joy is missing. I am trying to use my art to explore this pain, the beautiful memories of my brother, his soul, my soul, our souls. When I create I feel connected.
It is hard to explain what it feels like to try and get back to some sense on normalcy when all you can see and feel is that everything has changed.
I want everyone to know that I am doing fine and dealing with this the only way I know how. Do not be overly concerned, as this blog, my art are helping me with my grief. Just as listening to music, looking through old pictures, talking with Mom & Dad, hearing from old friends who share their memories and stories of my brother, and yes, Laughter. My brother loved to laugh. I guess that is where is joy came from - that smile and that laugh.
On other notes - I visited today with Jack over lunch and with Rich over dinner - good food, good friends, and good conversations. Work kept me busy and I feel like I am getting back into the speed of things.
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