While I was in acute grief immediately following my husband’s death, it was vital for me to remember that though it was unimaginable at the time, I wouldn’t always be in such pain. I had to foster the belief that, at some point, there would be relief from the ever-present grip of loss and grief. Beginning with moments of lightness, then perhaps an hour or two, I began to see that my life would and could eventually emerge from the constant shadow of loss.

Even years later, I sometimes still need to hold on to hope for the future. Triggers come and go, bringing with them loneliness, sorrow, and anxiety. Now, I am better equipped to see beyond the darkness and believe in brighter days ahead.

I created this piece as a reminder of positive possibilities. I glued leaves cut from black paper and lace to twigs gathered from my yard and placed them on the brightly painted blue background. The waxing crescent moon symbolizes just one of the moon’s phases and the passing of time.
Writing the piece’s title on a pale grey paper cloud in my own hand reaffirmed the idea that I would remain open to promise.