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The people that come and go leave a color on me. They run the spectrum. The people that have been in my life for over 30 years are the brightest colors in my world. Love present, or lost, swirl around me in light pastels. My "father" is somewhere underneath the bright. His dark, morbid colors painted over. Short term passerby add some abstract lines...never really sure where they fit. I would consider myself lucky, because I am well decorated and have many fresh layers.
So, what happens when one of the bright colors leaves this earth? I imagine it is a time when I have to pick up a brush and paint the strokes on their behalf. Every memory is a stroke of fresh paint. A lifelong light extinguished on Monday. My friend battled cancer for close to 10 years. She will be laid to rest this Saturday. My palette is much brighter for knowing her.
Necklace: Zibska - Trev