This is my mom, Rachel 🤍

She’s no longer here — but she has never really left me.
Grief doesn’t disappear. It changes shape.
Some days it’s quiet and gentle. Other days it’s heavy. And sometimes, it’s a deep ache just to feel close to her again.

I painted her because art became my bridge across that distance 🎨.
Every brushstroke holds a memory.
Every detail carries love.
With each color, I felt her presence — like a quiet conversation between us.

This portrait isn’t just her face.
It’s her warmth.Her spirit.
The bond that time and loss could never break.

Love doesn’t end when someone is gone.
It transforms.It finds new ways to live, to breathe, to stay.
And this painting… is one of those ways 🤍