March is a hard month for all sorts of reasons. First, we're all waiting for spring, and this year it's the spring that will just...not...get...here. Then, as the month goes on, for me it's my parent's anniversary and what-would-be my Dad's birthday. The anniversaries and holidays and memories never stop. No one is ever gone - somehow they find a way to be more here than ever before. Life and love and regret is weird like that.
I did the photo above (Regret) 24 days before my Dad passed away. (I like to think of it as 'graduating' instead of passing away, by the way). It's still one of my all-time favourite pieces because it reminds me of him (he was my biggest fan!) and because it's so raw and honest as to how I was feeling then (and still do, now). My entire life, I knew my Dad as someone who raised birds - pigeons, exotic birds, doves - which is where the falling feathers come into the photo. The rest is pretty self explanatory!
I need to Rumpelstiltskin my attitude and turn some straw into gold - turn regret into gratitude, turn sadness into celebration, channel devastation into inspiration, distill loss into love. I think that would be the greatest tribute to my biggest fan.
And the world in it's chaos doesn't stop for your sadness or your grieving. The world is polite for awhile, but forgets quickly - and we're all equally guilty of it. We all move on from our empathy for others. The trick is moving on from our sympathy for ourselves, while the world spins madly on. And if you can make a little art while you're at it - that's the best eulogy you can give someone you love.