My Grandpa Is a Moth, colored pencil, 2022, 9”x 12”

Grief is complex, dealt with in ways that may not make sense to most. I’ve never met my grandfather, but I see him everywhere. My mom would always say, “He’s in the skies,” or “There he is,” whenever a moth flew by. Why a moth? Who knows, but it’s a beautiful thing to think about. Maybe your loved ones come to you in a different form, but they are always alive in one way or another.