Some children don’t cry their grief — they paint it.
Some children don’t cry their grief — they paint it.
Megan doesn’t have the words adults use for grief .
So she paints the love she still carries, quietly and faithfully .
Every brushstroke remembers what her heart cannot say.
So she paints the love she still carries, quietly and faithfully .
Every brushstroke remembers what her heart cannot say.
Her dad was her safety, her comfort, her hero .
To the world, he served with honor.
To her, he was simply Dad — the one who made everything feel okay.
She paints so she won’t forget his face.
So she won’t forget the way it felt to be his little girl, wrapped in a love that felt endless .
So she won’t forget the way it felt to be his little girl, wrapped in a love that felt endless .
There is no anger in her art — only longing, memory, and hope.
Hope that one day, love like this doesn’t end… it reunites .
If you’re reading this, pause for a moment.
Honor her story.
Some goodbyes are spoken in color
Honor her story.
Some goodbyes are spoken in color
