Wednesday, July 14, 2010
In Memory of William...
This afternoon I got really sad. I don't know what it was. I was looking at pictures around me of my Dad and I on a family vacation when I was in high school and a goofy "baseball card" picture of me when I was 10. I remember being so carefree with not a worry in the world. I couldn't stop crying.
I stopped working and painted a picture of Portland Headlight to clear my mind. I took Autumn on a trip there last spring for her 30th Birthday. We brought Benson and stayed in a little Bed and Breakfast in the historic district of Portland, Maine. We walked around the town and ate at the most amazing restaurant with the most succulent lobster and scallops.
When Autumn came home from work she told me someone crashed into our car parked right in front of our apartment.
Then while talking on the phone with the insurance company we got a call from Autumn's Mom that Jim (for all intents and purposes my father-in-law) found his son dead, blue on the floor of the bathroom. William was supposed to come to visit us this next weekend. His computer screen was filled with sightseeing activities in Boston.
It's the worst news; a father finding his son blue in a bathroom.
I don't know why I decided to paint a picture of Portland Headlight but when I look at the lighthouse it gives me hope. Just as when sailors lost at sea find a lighthouse after a long evening in the darkness, it reminds me that the end of this tumultuous journey is near and smoother waters are ahead. The lighthouse reminds me to keep on looking forward for that next beacon of hope because it's there, just off in the distance.
Breathe in Hope, Breathe out Love.