The Dessert Narwhal

Dear Marit,

    I painted a narwhal for you. I know it’s not very deep but I know you liked narwhals and it seemed like the sort of thing that would make you smile. And I figured that if giraffes can have waffles for spots then narwhals could have ice cream cones for horns. Your art always inspired me. Your imagination was beautiful and I was always secretly a little jealous of your skills... Ok, maybe a lot jealous. I miss art class with you. I miss life with you. I miss laughing over silly things together like crying upwards and pronouncing words phonetically. I can’t believe it’s been over a year since I saw you last, since I held your hand and prayed with everything that was in me that you’d be ok. There was so much life you had left to live, so much more to create and to become. It doesn’t seem fair. You brought so much beauty to the world. I’m blessed to have known you, even if it wasn’t for as long as I would have liked. Thank you for being part of my life, and letting me be part of yours.

Love you forever,

Breanne

((Her painting that inspired this piece))
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