Paintings

I have lost count of how many paintings I have done in a week. I have decided to put my nose to the grindstone for this sale that is coming up next weekend. I also think that I have thrown myself into this work because it is a lovely distraction for me. Every day gets a tiny bit easier. I miss Truman so very much. I know that I always will. But at least I am able to start moving on bit by bit.
Today a friend of mine sent me a text message. She said it made her think of Truman. I think it is very fitting:

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, but love leaves a memory no one can steal."