On that fateful day, Alfredo and I knew it was time to say goodbye. We had just been to the hospice, and we knew our goodbye would be difficult. A moment of sadness and grief settled upon us as we stood in front of my aunt’s room for the last time.
But then something else happened, something that would stay with both of us forever – we saw the sky. It was like a sign from above, a blanket of love and comfort sent from my aunt to us. The sky glowed pink and orange, spreading far in all directions as if everything was alright, even though we knew it wasn’t. I felt my aunt’s soul leave her body at that moment – she had finally passed away.
My Aunt
My aunt was more than just an aunt; she was also like a mom to me. Growing up, she cared for me, teaching me to be strong and brave so I could face what life throws at me with courage and understanding.
That painting represents all this for me – the sorrowful goodbye yet the bright sky full of promise that things will work out in the end. Every time I look at this painting, I am reminded of why it is important to stay positive even when things seem hard or impossible – because there’s always hope somewhere beyond the clouds if you look up toward them long enough.
Painting has given me an outlet for expressing my feelings after losing my aunt. Though nothing can compare with her presence in person still, her spirit lives on through this painting. It reminds me every day how lucky I am to have had such an amazing woman in my life, my aunt.
On Grief and Art
Art has been a great comfort during this difficult time of grieving the loss of my aunt. Through art, I have expressed my emotions in a way that words can’t. Every brush stroke conveys something unique – a special language that allows me to communicate feelings of sadness or happiness without saying a single word.
Painting the picture I saw on the day we said goodbye was cathartic and empowering; it helped me put my emotions into something tangible and permanent. Suddenly, all the potent emotions I was feeling were no longer pent up inside me; instead, they were out in the world for others to see and understand.
The painting not has become a symbol of my resilience; it gives me hope and strength even in moments when I feel like giving up. It reminds me that somewhere beyond these struggles lies a beautiful tomorrow if only we open our hearts enough to let it come in. Art is also therapeutic in that it teaches us how to express ourselves better, whether through audio-visual works or sketches or whatever else your medium may be.
Most of all, art helped me remember why my aunt was so important to me – the bond we shared transcended everything else, including death itself. No matter what life throws at us, her love will never cease to exist. Art helps bring her presence alive within our home and gives us something bright and hopeful to look forward to – a reminder that she will always stay with us no matter what happens.
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Love and light,
