This just destroyed me. First as a mother without custody of my oldest child. But also because I once knew a man, whose daughter was murdered. Everything - EVERYTHING - in his home was exactly as it was when she left it for the last time. Right down to the candy wrappers on the table. The only thing that changed was the toys - the addition of new toys that he knew she would love, for every occasion, as if she were still there. I’ve thought about that guy a lot, on and off, over the years. I sometimes wonder how he is, or if he’s still alive. I don’t really wonder if he ever had another child; I think he answered any question of that within the first few minutes of anyone speaking to him, for then and for the future. I can’t imagine anyone moving on that much from that level of grief.
I always knew I was lucky, but after that, I REALLY knew how lucky I was - even if it’s been hours, days, maybe years since I’ve seen you. I’ve known that you’re out there, dropping toys, scattering candy wrappers, leaving hand prints everywhere. And just knowing that you’re able to do it is so much more than some parents have. Even when I’ve been doubled over from the pain of missing you, I’ve never doubted my luck for a moment.
Calligraphy by Sam
Sam is a graphic designer learning calligraphy and these are his scribblings. He says: ” I’ve never had a class I started out drawing blackletter capitals and trying to make up my own and have just been trying out new stuff since then.” Therefore we love his work. Autodidactical lessons are the best lessons, because no teacher can give you a direction you simply have to find it yourself. If you like to do calligraphy start it like Sam - Just do it!