Some children don’t cry their grief
Some children don’t cry their grief — they paint it.
Megan doesn’t have the words adults use for grief 
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.So she paints the love she still carries, quietly and faithfully 
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.Every brushstroke remembers what her heart cannot say.
Her dad was her safety, her comfort, her hero 
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.To the world, he served with honor.
To her, he was simply Dad — the one who made everything feel okay.
She paints so she won’t forget his face.
So she won’t forget the way it felt to be his little girl, wrapped in a love that felt endless 
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.There is no anger in her art — only longing, memory, and hope.
Hope that one day, love like this doesn’t end… it reunites 
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