The gaiety of grief

 

No less a legend than Dylan Thomas once wrote that "there is no gaiety so gay as the gaiety of grief." When I learned that a man I loved very much had committed suicide, I had to do something, so I made a collage out of old Christmas cards. Not only was it NOT sad, it was full of hope and beauty. I have no idea how I found those things in myself at this worst of all possible times. But I'd like to share it here.