Sometimes grief takes different forms. Mine has been in the form of my writing and art. The art piece attached to this is titled “Dave”. He is my father-in-law. The strength he has is immeasurable and he’s gone on his journey to the Ether after a battle with cancer. He’s not gone. He’s just transformed into a Phoenix like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. He’s still with us. It’s not the end, and in the next life we’ll meet again.
I love you, Mr. Father-in-law. Dave. Dad.
The simplest things in life are free,
Or at least that is what they say to me.
The simplest thing is saying a lie,
But that just makes people hurt inside.
The most beautiful things in life are free,
Or at least that’s how