Megan doesn’t have the words adults use for grief 💔
So she paints the love she still carries 🖌️🤍

Every brushstroke holds a memory.
Every color remembers what her heart can’t yet say 🎨

Her dad was her safety 🛡️
Her comfort 🤗
Her hero 🕊️

To the world, he served with honor 🎖️
To her, he was simply Dad 👨‍👧

She paints so she won’t forget his face 👀
Or what it felt like to be his little girl 💕Wrapped in arms that made everything feel okay

Her love hasn’t ended — it’s only changed.
Held gently in memory, in color, and in a hope she believes in deeply 🌈
A love she trusts she’ll see again 🤍