Echoes of You

21

Dear Caitlin,

Today was another step in my healing journey. Mark suggested we take Emily and Toby to the local art fair, something we used to love doing together. I was hesitant at first, but he convinced me it would be good for me. The idea of being surrounded by art and creativity again felt daunting, but I knew you would have wanted me to go.

As we walked through the fair, I felt a mix of emotions. Seeing the vibrant colors, hearing the laughter of children, and watching the artists at work brought back memories of our times together. You always found such joy in these events, your eyes lighting up with excitement as you explored each booth. I could almost feel your presence beside me, guiding me through the crowd.

Emily was fascinated by the art, her eyes wide with wonder. She tugged on my hand, pulling me towards a booth where an artist was drawing portraits. Mark suggested we get a portrait of Toby and me, a way to capture this moment in time. I agreed, feeling a sense of anticipation and nervousness. As the artist sketched, Toby sat patiently, his head resting on my knee.

When the portrait was finished, I was stunned by how beautifully the artist captured our bond. Toby looked almost regal, his eyes reflecting the loyalty and love he's given me. Seeing the finished piece brought tears to my eyes, and I couldn't help but think of how much you would have loved it. Mark placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, understanding the mix of emotions I was feeling.

Back at home, I hung the portrait in the living room, next to the drawing I did of you and Toby. The two pieces together felt like a small tribute to the love and joy you brought into my life. I sat down with my sketchpad again, feeling inspired to create more. I started drawing scenes from our life together, each sketch a way to keep your memory alive.

Toby lay at my feet as I worked, his presence a constant source of comfort. Emily sat next to me, watching in awe as the drawings took shape. She asked me to teach her how to draw, and I felt a sense of purpose in sharing my love for art with her. It was a healing experience, finding a way to connect with others through creativity.

The nights are still difficult, Caitlin. The ache of your absence is always there, but having Mark, Emily, and Toby here has made it a bit more bearable. They've brought a sense of life and hope back into my days, and I'm grateful for their support. I miss you every moment, but I'm finding small ways to heal, to keep moving forward.

I love you more than words can say, Caitlin. I hope you can see how much you are loved and remembered, how your spirit continues to inspire me. I'll keep writing to you, sharing my days, my thoughts, my love. Forever in my heart, Caitlin.

Yours always, 

Davin