Shadows of the Unforgotten

I watch for you constantly

With thoughts of the love you gave me

When I realize you’re not here, I am cold

Like shards of glass your memory cuts me

Then I catch glimmers of what was once there and I am warmed

Like a campfire in the woods your memory gives me comfort

Up then down like riding an elevator endlessly with no destination

The struggle to understand leaves me bone tired

A mental image of you lifts me up again

Then I drown in sorrowful tears

But I also laugh at some trinket you left behind

This is my life, now that you’re gone

Laura Logan-Miller

April 2023. My thoughts after writing this poem on the one year anniversary of Jason's death.

Some say that pain is the price of loving and someone once said that grief is just love with no place to go. I think pain and grief can be the catalyst for us to create something not only useful to others but something beautiful as well. Jason wanted everyone to know they deserve to be loved no matter who or what they are. No one should have to go to sleep worrying that they are not loved. Before he died he made a video telling people to express their love to the ones they care about daily because things can change it a heartbeat and it might be your last chance to do so.

In case no one told you today, you are loved!

As always, I encourage you to write, paint and express your thoughts and feelings in any way that moves you. Art is not just painting, drawing, or sculpting, it's writing, dancing, building, and just about any craft you want to try and master. I know some who express themselves with tattoos, winemaking, and all sorts of mechanics that create beautiful machines that purr like kittens.

If it's part of you and it makes you happy, it's art. Find your joy and share it with the world when you feel its right to do so.