http://www.susanmahphotography.com/images daily 0.75 2026-03-18 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1469069724972-X0QBX1LL1CRBZ3V6YN6W/_99A6702.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1674420403780-9X5RS1DD8T3GW341715B/Jeanine2%2C+Memphis%2C+TN%2C+2017.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1692028400863-1M2MLD10WUJPWX1NNR1E/_99A8868howard.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1417042466744-OUYYYFLE8OMK5GH86VGC/feb+4+471.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1759379092514-X46O4SPEOI3Z7UUU9UET/IMG_8513+copy.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1760487629827-TJCMOEWC4FKBAM1E6698/IMG_9868+copy.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1461051202357-6IJWMZSTEWJ9648PC8Y0/to+thine+own+self.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1692028862712-74NNOSZK97I3SWKPRARN/ERBD4191+copy.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1761848605604-TCROWNBU6NY1FWS1EEZS/_99A9249.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1705615412052-XZRXKC8EGZNCZ5QS1R8U/the+road+to+our+Airbnb-1.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1767673836124-K1QX5UY9GJAGQ7S9ISI4/IMG_7638+copy.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1485910457656-I34XFO7CW7MM1J15U0JL/Mah6.jpg Images https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1485909745171-JN4S94K7AACLK14RTU40/_99A2017.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My younger brother passed away from a brain tumor. I went into a mental shock. I didn’t feel anything. I actually didn’t cry. And when I went and saw him, it was almost like I was having an out of body experience. And I remember thinking to myself, why am I not sad? I literally feel nothing…I took on the role of ‘I need to do everything.’ I was in charge of a video montage of his photos with music [for the funeral]. I couldn’t find music. All of the sudden, the TV got really loud. And it was a song by Carrie Underwood, ‘l’ll See You Again.’ I started listening to it, and it made me feel like my brother was there, saying ‘Hey, it’s okay; everything is going to be fine.’ That was the song that I chose for him.” ~Jessica https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1404776781243-OLABFPZP22IF1RUELEMU/S+Mah+midpoint+9.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My wife died after battling a rare form of cancer for almost a year. She was just 53. I threw myself into dealing with all things you need to do when a loved one dies: the paperwork, the death certificates, closing accounts. And I went back to work almost immediately. I don’t think I truly felt the impact of her passing until the days right after her memorial service…It is still hard. I miss her everyday...every time I see a piece of art she would have liked; every time I think of the places she loved. I try to honor her with what I do in the community, working with the groups she supported. I have now come to grips with the fact I will always live with her loss.” ~Charlie https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1404776791958-8Y9VHDXNM54BA4IDYYMJ/S+Mah+midpoint+10.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My son, who was 20 years old, was driving home on a really windy road, notorious for accidents. Either an animal went out in front of him or there was a third party; we’ll never know. And he went head on to the opposite lane. Actually, it was driver to driver, and he was killed instantly. I felt total numbness. At that time, I was taking prescription medications for chronic pain so I just started taking more. I just wanted to numb myself, just get away, get out of my head…I’m not ready to deal with it…[I’m] pretending like he’s still in boot camp. Because he was in boot camp the year before and got out, so I kind of just play head games with myself that he’s still in the military. Until somebody raises [the issue]. And it’s almost unbearable.” ~Lynn https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1674420848986-V0LAQ02TDEQGUDCPEL46/_99A6107e.jpg Images - Make it stand out “This friend of mine that I knew at church; he was diagnosed with cancer. And in my mind, I was meaning to see him. I thought he had maybe a year or two left. Found out through Facebook he passed on. I feel the regret of not seeing him. And he was really a good guy. How do you deal with that? You forget about it because you get so busy with life. And all the sudden…boom. You regret not seeing him. That’s an additional hurt…I cocoon myself. Being in my room, watching TV in my bed, whatever; that’s usually what I do. I don’t want to be touched…emotionally touched.” ~Gene https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1481847502193-5NP0XX5N9WYXA274FA1S/Claire.jpg Images - Make it stand out “A friend of mine committed suicide. When I found out, I was in complete shock. He just got married! He never once showed any sign of depression or suicidal behavior. No one knew about or understood his demons. I mostly just felt sad and frustrated…I have to believe that he didn't mean to, that if he had the chance to go back, he wouldn't have done it. It may be cliche, but at every opportunity, I tell those I love that I love them. It's just that little piece of grace that we can bless each other with.” ~Claire https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1404776724168-RH7E47PLUWG7WVXLA5BX/S+Mah+midpoint+4.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My grandmother died on Mother's Day from a long bout with cancer. Over time it has been a painful road. We had a difficult relationship although we loved each other very much. I went through very difficult times as an adolescent and young adult, and she worried, disapproved, and was disappointed in me. A couple of years after her death, I got clean and sober and began a journey of healing and recovery…I live with the memories of her disappointment and am left with no chance to make amends and show her how I've changed. Forgiveness and unconditional love are things I try to give myself and to give others. I want to be forgiven so I forgive.” ~Darryl https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1455743274053-6W9Q27FL9AJ1XCF32CFD/_99A9988.jpg Images - Make it stand out “I unexpectedly lost my father. I’ve been going through the classical five stages of grief. My hugely surprising discovery has been that the stages often don’t replace each other, but overlap and get commingled. I often feel that at some deep level I’m still in denial. That urge to pick up the phone and call Dad to discuss something interesting or important is still triggered…I’ve been making an honest effort to stop feeling sorry for myself, stop looking for excuses to medicate myself with my favorite poison, alcohol, and to commit to the reality that his death was never about me—just like my life is not about him.” ~Glenn https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1481847445608-2R53BD0P1RA61IP6KBQ9/Armelle.jpg Images - Make it stand out “Both my grandmothers died within about two weeks of each other. I was totally shocked; it was doubly hard. Circumstances were such that I could not get to France in time for her funeral, which was very upsetting to me also…For years I could not mention either of my grandmothers without crying. Sometimes even now I still tear up. I think of them often and treasure the things they taught me: one taught me how to play solitaire and shuffle cards like a proper card dealer. My other grandmother taught me how to make real, French-style chocolate mousse.” ~Armelle https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1484161458796-4QV3R4VL5WPC8WX33V0A/_99A4289Bettye.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My mother died after living with me for seven years. Since this was the first time I had lived alone, loneliness was a huge factor for a while. But gradually, I realized that those seven years were a blessing to me since we had learned to live together as roommates and friends…Since it has been 31 years since her death, only pleasant memories remain. Only a little sadness now and then because I can’t call her on the phone. Right inside my pantry, I keep three things that belonged to my mother—a box of matches, a small container of toothpicks, and a box of straws. So every time I got into the pantry, I think of her.” ~Bettye https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/8ffd814d-3bc4-48c5-a0db-72b48d0d65e6/_99A0108Jay.jpg Images - Make it stand out “I lost my dad at the age of 90 from a long-time illness. Upon returning home from his memorial service, I lost my brother unexpectedly. My brother’s passing was a shock. Initially, I just went about the business of taking care of his body, funeral affairs, and business affairs. I just felt numb. Once everything was done, it really hit me. [My brother] had been homeless for sometime until a couple of years before his death. I can no longer look at a homeless person without seeing him. I grieve for him and them. There is a homeless tent city that I drive by a couple of times a week. Now, I always try to give them some money if I have any.” ~Jay https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/264ce25a-7775-4e92-b9bb-f9add1a7e885/_99A8633.jpg Images - Make it stand out “The death of my oldest brother, Sammy, has made me aware of my own mortality because we are close in age. Initially, I thought I didn’t care because we hadn’t been friends in 20 years. We were just very different people. If he hadn’t died, we still would have not spoken this last year because I didn’t like him. I loved him, however. It’s been less of dealing with an emotional loss. My life hasn’t changed because he’s died. But the combination of his death at an early age (he was only 54) and my own declining health has given me a lot of intellectual things to chew on. When you’re young, you think you’ll live forever. But, of course, now I know I won’t live forever.” ~Maxie https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1481847507472-X68Z0S3LW4DRC1040EY6/_99A4939.jpg Images - Make it stand out “In the beautiful sunny morning, [my husband] preferred to remain in bed and developed a weak-toned cough. In two and three quarter weeks, he endured three surgeries. We veiled our fears. He succumbed to respiratory failure, sepsis, and pneumonia…That loss was sudden and unexpected. His family kept me grounded. A friend’s counsel: ‘Slow down.’ However, I increased my physical exercise, including tai chi for peace of mind. I’ve accepted the notion he’s not returning, but strongly believe he is with family and friends now, and safe and happy in God’s hands. My sustenance: We shall meet again someday.” ~Sylvia https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1485909740469-A3947GJZF6WFVDD3TRA8/_99A0187-Todd.jpg Images - Make it stand out “Dana the cat got hit by a car and killed when I was out of town. I felt devastation. Helplessness because I was not there, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Just shock…numb. Followed by all the stages…like, oh maybe it’s not her? Then acceptance and grief…She never would go out on the street before so maybe she knew she was [dying]…sometimes cats do that. When they are ready to go, they either take off or…I want to think she went for it. Ran across the street in one blaze of glory. I know that’s not really true, but it’s life.” ~Todd https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1692048380285-NES3PMNMDSNYA0AYJ7I8/_99A5010-3rd+copy.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My dad’s partner (my other dad) was hit by a train while jogging. He was on the track with headphones in his ears, and he never heard the train. I was in total shock. I had just given birth to my son a month before so I would cry when he and my husband went to sleep. I didn’t know what to do. I was extremely distraught and in disbelief. I felt like I didn’t know how to continue my life without him…I think about and miss him everyday. I’m not always sad, but happy that I had such an amazing person in my life who loved me and knew I loved him. I still get angry sometimes about how unfair it is and how he’s not here anymore.” ~Allie https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1484162374986-03TXOKMQJW5NQLG4SC77/_99A4344.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My first dog, Remington, started having seizures, and we took him to the vet. They were thinking it might be a brain tumor. I didn’t want to do anything invasive to him, so they gave him phenobarbital. Once we got the dosage right, he didn’t have any more for about a year. But then he had a major seizure, and this time he couldn’t [function]. So we had to make that decision to put him down…We loved him so much, and we felt like: did we make the right decision or not? And we second guessed ourselves. We literally would come home from work and just cry and drink. We didn’t do anything. We didn’t see anybody.” ~David https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1419186939262-DVQZW4I1NPCHDD3DM29I/image-asset.jpeg Images - Make it stand out “My adopted grandmother died when I was in my final year of high school. I still get teary over the last time I spoke to her. We left her house, and I said, ‘See you tomorrow.’ And I thought in my head, I should say ‘I love you’. But I was already in the car and thought…no, I will see her tomorrow. She had a stroke that night and never fully recovered. I know she knew I loved her, but it still pains me deeply that I didn't tell her that last time I saw her before her stroke…I say ‘I love you’ to family, and even friends, way too often, just in case it's my last time.” ~Julia https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/763d8856-3847-4741-9e13-aeb9513dc649/_99A9948-smsize+copy.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My grandfather died. I was sad and cried. I try to ignore the fact that he’s dead.” ~William https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/e4666bb2-5792-48f9-9cd0-75a3f76c8445/_99A5791e.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My grandfather on my dad's side died of a heart attack and head injury. He was alone in his home in Mexico at the time, and it was a huge shock to everyone. At first, I didn't know how to react. He and I had never been close, but accepting that he was gone was hard. I cried for my grandma and the rest of our family, but have not found myself missing him. The hardest part for me to reconcile with is that he ended up dying alone...no one should have that in the end.” ~Ivette https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/8456fdc7-1982-4390-b5ab-9d2b181f4272/_99A6003e.jpg Images - Make it stand out “I lost my grandmother due to complications in dementia and pneumonia. It felt like some great binding light had been turned off and unplugged. My grief manifested in loneliness and longing. I missed her, of course, but I also missed that fastening energy that she had…I’ve started playing her old accordion. I’m still getting the hang of it, but when I practice, it feels like she’s right there beside me. She used to tell my brother and I that she could have been a professional player if she’d stayed in Europe. I still miss her every day, but the music helps. It’s a language that she and I have in common and, these days, I’m not lonely anymore.” ~Keenan https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1481847461931-WDDQSJ7MF6KL6I9PRSUG/Mom.jpg Images - Make it stand out “I remember distinctly when he was given the [cancer] diagnosis. We went and ate lunch at some place, and for a while, there was total silence because neither one of us realized what the situation was. And then as he took the treatments, and it was then obvious that his time was limited, I didn’t know how I would cope by myself--not only with his death, but with a life without him…It’s a reality that you face, but the loss is still here. I have to be honest..what I’m coping with now….that is a fact…death happens. Now I am facing my own.” ~Jeanine https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/4d066eea-a872-4e2a-accb-87293a9dd6f7/S+Mah+midpoint+3.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My mom died from pancreatic cancer. I cried about it a lot and talked about it ad nauseam. I met with a grief counselor. That was helpful. I exercised a lot. I went to the cemetery a lot. I became responsible for caring for my elderly dad. He was a WWII veteran and didn’t emote much about his feelings, but just pressed on. Observing that approach was somewhat helpful. The loss of my mom is always in the background and frequently in the foreground. It’s like chronic pain. You get used to it. I never went back to normal. I went back to something different.” ~ Mike https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1481847439807-XBU7687QIGZ3OFLDRULP/Isabella.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My god-brother was murdered by a drug dealer. His brother came to tell me he was dead, and I went to school because I didn’t know what to do. I continued to try and put on a strong face so that other people wouldn’t see that I was suffering, but I broke down weeping in class in front of a bunch of people. I fell into depression and developed anxiety and panic attacks. So I dealt with it badly…I am still deeply saddened by his death, but time and counseling have offered me some relief. I still occasionally cry when I think about him, but I feel like now I am mostly remembering the happy times that we shared." ~Isabella https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1461052048829-6826H0SARMZO9AFZQOWD/selfportrait.jpg Images - Make it stand out “My father died due to cancer of the esophagus. I think I was in shock for a long time. It was probably about four years after he died that I first realized I would never see him again…My dad wanted us to play Antonio Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” at his memorial service, which we did. When the string quartet started playing, I completely broke down and sobbed for the first time after his death. For years, whenever that piece would come on the radio, I would immediately change the channel. I just couldn’t listen to it. Finally, about 10 years later, I was able to.” ~Susan https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/d2bead06-67b1-469f-b9cb-d9e25c65c1fa/barbie+%281%29+copy.jpg Images - Make it stand out Bulimic Barbie https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/2a3634da-79a4-4cfd-80d6-0db66e07f1e2/_99A9394+copy.jpg Images - Make it stand out Album cover https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/88d2c61d-8b8b-4d98-981d-c053b2832700/IMG_8841+copy.jpg Images - Make it stand out Me Too https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/d91ca6fe-d609-4bb2-9445-f74e1557b3ce/paint-shoes.jpg.webp Images - Make it stand out Wizard of Oz https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/36504460-b3c3-445d-9f0a-5e4f6d9ea131/paint-dirty.jpg.webp Images - Make it stand out Dirty Girl https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/7fe5e35e-d4bb-4360-9ac0-67ed403d8dc1/IMG_3628+copy.jpg Images - 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Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/c97db67d-7512-4ae5-af6a-430204e6f455/AAPIHM+flyer+4.0.PNG Past Exhibits - Make it stand out One image, “Family Is Not What You Think,” in group exhibition in Memphis, TN https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/2e8c0374-e655-4e70-bc8a-115c42b0c877/MASS_2023+Poster.png Past Exhibits - Make it stand out One-night art installation, “How Could You Leave Me?”, a series of images of grief and loss, in Oxford, MS https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/4add5525-d1bd-4e2a-bf00-3daa0586e062/Art+Talk+w%3ATony.png Past Exhibits - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/9818b677-00c1-4e84-bf8a-ebc9f7cad848/Sancuary+Arts+Festival+%26+Crawl.png Past Exhibits - 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Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. http://www.susanmahphotography.com/art-therapy daily 0.75 2026-03-10 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/4c90d603-7892-4d98-97ac-4310711ac77c/lossproject.png Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/3522a729-dd60-4a03-b1a8-0f634853f55f/thumbnail.jpeg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I lost my nan back in October and am currently photographing a project, “The Journey Of Grief,” where I am photographing in response to my experience of losing someone for the first time, from the perspective of a teenager. This photograph shows the reflection stage of being at my nan’s house, looking at her stuff, stood still now for four months: little signs of her existence still being here. Submitted by Lillian C. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/353633a2-fdd4-4061-8990-aca6fd8acef9/IMAG2835+%281%29.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I lost my spouse four months ago. Although he was battling cancer for many years, we always took time to visit our special place. This represents him leaving this place and going off to the heavens above. We loved the ocean. It was always our great escape from life stressors, and now it has become my escape from my grief and sadness. Submitted by Ingrid H. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/64d30b66-9561-4f64-ac05-379a39479107/thumbnail.jpeg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This picture represents the loneliness of loss. My daughter had down syndrome and was and now will forever be 26. She lived with me her entire life. From her first breath ‘til her last. I never realized until after she had been gone for 6 months that she was actually my very, very best friend. The day I realized that, I took this picture after falling apart from the loneliness of her absence. Submitted by Ashley P.D. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/6faec499-088a-4f13-a7d2-9646c9b925f1/IMG_1426.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out My father died when I was 30. My mother followed in his footsteps 21 years later. The day after my mom died, I sat down at the kitchen table to eat soup from a milk glass bowl that had belonged to my grandmother who was, of course, also dead. My very first thought was, “I’m an orphan now.” Submitted by Anonymous https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/c2bc0703-f80f-4acb-b91e-6bbb276c2db2/Megan.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out It was home for the first 21 years of my life. It’s where meals were cooked, inches were grown, laughter was had and tears flowed. If those walls could talk, it would tell you some tales: some happy and some sad. It was the place I learned everything about who I am and where I came from, but what resonates most is that it was the last place I saw my father. He made the most permanent choice that changed everything. I've carried his choice with me for nearly 15 years. That is when I found art and self-reflection. Through my photography, I learned to talk about my loss. I grew stronger. I learned to forgive, and I learned I wasn't alone. Last year my childhood home was torn down, and now more than ever I am so grateful to have captured this image. I look back at it to remember where I came from, and now I can smile because I have come so far. Submitted by Megan https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/33753bfb-181b-4dcb-bdec-022c13545739/Michelle.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This image is very personal to me because it is my mother\'s wedding dress. I wanted to find a way to honor her life, so I created this image and wrote the following tribute with it: Karen Lee Whittemore wed Ralph Ellington Mosely, III on May 15, 1965 in Nashville, Tennessee. They were sweethearts throughout high school and college. The beautiful ivory silk wedding gown with imported lace was lovingly made by her mother. The ceremony was held at Second Presbyterian Church. It was a small and intimate celebration. Karen and Ralph (“Skip”) were married for 48 years and had two daughters, Michelle and Jennie. Karen devoted most of her years to being a stay at home mother. Later in life, she entered full-time ministry and found great fulfillment there. Karen was diagnosed with breast cancer at the end of April 2014. Her children cared for her the last month of her life since Skip had passed away 8 months earlier. In her final days she spoke of seeing her husband. He told her there would be an amazing party for her on Sunday. Karen said Skip showed her a glimpse of this celebration, and it was like nothing she had ever seen. A few more days passed and then Karen peacefully passed away in her home June 1, 2014. It was Sunday. Submitted by Michelle https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/2ea5f8e2-1da8-496b-8e65-ee7f20a379fc/IMG_3240.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out North Hawaii Hospice Lantern Ceremony preparation for my friends that I have lost this year Submitted by Donna M. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/f9506c27-135d-4486-bbda-3b0092ef357a/ColleenMcCahill_2017.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I lost my uncle…he was always encouraging and supportive no matter what I did (especially my photography). He was like a father to me, since I wasn't close to my own father. My uncle loved the outdoors and loved his Native American heritage. He was most of the time kind but, like all of us, dealt with his own demons in his own way, which is why we could relate to each other so well. "Whatever you do in life, do the very best you can, with both your heart and mind." - Lakota Quote. I miss him all the time. Submitted by Colleen https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/91181573-59a4-4425-805c-16a68dca03f0/Frank.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out Grampa’s space Submitted by Frank https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/98143002-2b65-48ff-afdc-d869fb010191/Sally.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I photograph landscapes as the result of the loss of my dad, Richard Tetzlaff. Photography helps process my thoughts and attempts to identify what grief may look like in nature. The images reflect his influence and illustrate how my participation in this process becomes a valuable reconnection with him through the work. Submitted by Sally https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/216384e7-4d64-47b0-8869-abeaa2f94d0b/Diane.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This picture is of his footprints in the sand along with the paw prints of his beloved dog. They were inseparable. And he walked her on the beach every day, twice a day. It has been almost 13 weeks since he passed suddenly and unexpectedly. It has taken her 12 of those weeks to come to me for pats. Even though we took her to see him at the funeral home so she would not wonder and search for him, she has been as heartbroken as I. Submitted by Diane https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/31e42b2c-b249-4089-81d8-949d747cc1e4/royal+gorge.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out We lost my father. We had him home with hospice for about 3 months. We watched this strong, vibrant and alive man wither. He shrunk; he atrophied; the light went out of his soulful eyes, slowly. To the end he was internally strong and mad that his body wouldn't work. He was mad that he had grown dependent. He was mad that he just couldn't live. He wasn't one to sit and in the last months, that's all he could do. As a caretaker, I did things I never dreamed a daughter would have to do. Dad was a military man, USAF, and served during the Korean War. He took the flag, this country, and his life very seriously. He loved to fly, be in planes, watch planes, or anything that had to do with flying. He loved nature as well. He'd sit and watch animal life, the clouds and all that encompassed him. He was an avid photographer, which is where I'm certain my passion comes from. He loved to travel, he loved to photograph nature, mostly. This print reminds me of him. The rock for his strength; the blue sky for his heavenly passing AND him soaring in the wild blue skies; the cracks and crevices for his “weaknesses;” and how beautiful it all is even if it’s not perfect. Dad was our rock and what brought us all together. This photo kind of ties that all together. We realize he’'s been looking down watching over us, happy that I am still traveling, taking photos and living life, from the heavens. Submitted by Jeanene https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/6ed29c99-2e10-4517-8400-a1fb52551cd6/Israel.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This images are the tools of my father he left behind long ago. These images are the homage of my father’s work and memory. Submitted by Israel https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/68be07a2-cdcf-441c-92a8-a004f0183227/Cynthia+9.17.58+PM+copy.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I created this in the aftermath of 9/11, while waiting anxiously for news of friends who worked there. All I saw in the media were horrible images of destruction. What stood out for me were the images of people jumping, and I wanted to create an image that showed them safe in God’s hands. My photo was a prayer for those people and for those who loved them. Submitted by Cynthia https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/f6279a93-2bdc-4f83-8e2e-92628a5eca12/IMG_3354.JPG Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This is a pic of Bear Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. After my father passed suddenly, my family decided to go to Colorado as a private memorial to him. This particular spot is significant in that we have a old pic of him and his brother here, when they were kids, and my grandfather. The park has been a family retreat for generations. And we left some of his ashes close to this spot. So this is a sacred resting place that my family can revisit. I took the pic initially to share with family, but then felt compelled to pay tribute to my father and my hero, publicly. I never really did when he was here. So here it is. I miss him. Every day. Submitted by Joel https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/3edc301d-5ad0-47b9-b2bf-de7b8bfc3869/unnamed.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out Rosa laying roses on Alfie's grave. When we arrived at the cemetery, it was a shock to know that Alfie, who took his own life at age 14, was under the cracked parched earth, and that his grave was untended--as if someone so vibrant and energetic and fun had suddenly been swallowed up by the earth. And no matter how strong his presence here, he was gone forever. There was something cathartic about decorating it with roses and flowers and photographs--a way to say I care and also eerie. Could he hear us talking to him or were we just whispering to the wind? Submitted by Alix https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/f8cc021a-8a75-41d6-83aa-b85f13b52efd/unnamed.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I touched base with one of my closest friends who was living in Southern Utah (and I in NYC). I wrote to her, saying we had to plan a phone date to catch up. Three weeks later, shortly after the new year, I learned from her brother she had died. I was shocked, thought it was a skiing accident or car crash, but she had committed suicide. I grew weak, stood at the kitchen table trying to wrap my head around what I was hearing; it didn't make sense. Ann Marie was the most vivacious person I'd ever met. She traveled; she partied; she worked...she wouldn't take her life; there was so much to live for! Tragically, she had shot herself in the woods. It took her friends and family days to find the body. Every time I hit a milestone in my life, I hear her voice. Ann Marie was my cheerleader in life. She had my back and kept telling me to live, not work so much. I didn't call her that night because I was “too busy." My life unraveled a little that year because in addition to Ann Marie, nine others died in the span of seven months. It has taken me time to rebuild. I went to creative arts therapy and started to pursue my photography as a little more than just a hobby. I'm currently pushing and working to find commercial success so I can do what I love and love what I do. Her death gave me the license to live and not get stuck in the daily grind. Her death allows me to see the colors a little brighter and feel that breeze on my face. I make choices in living a meaningful life. No longer am I "too busy" to ever pick up the phone and reach out to the people I love. I went to the beach and sat in the lifeguard's chair to watch the sunset. I always miss Ann Marie. I always wish she was here to tell me she's proud of me, but since her love can no longer come to me in a form I'm used to, I will accept her presence in these fleeting moments. There's something magical about hearing her laugh as the sun goes down. Submitted by Kelly https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/d7403aa9-2f7f-4ff9-a13d-f000ebce632d/susan.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out My uncle's passing was an emotional rollercoaster of relief and grief; the relief clearly etched on his face, as his features relaxed after his final breath left his body; the grief mine, alone in a hospital room with a man that would no longer demand a “smootch” from me when I next saw him. Bob was an 88 year-old man with profound deafness and had been since he was a young man. Despite this, he lived a full and productive life, particularly once he met and married my aunt in his late thirties. But after her death from breast cancer, he became very lonely. And once his little dog passed away, Bob slowly lost his will to live. He was a fit old buggar, but dementia had set in. The floods of December 2016 hit his backyard like a tsumani. Somehow it delivered the golden staph that left him barely conscious on his bedroom floor (when I found him) and saw him hospitalized. You see, Bob had his wishes. He did not want to be resuscitated and he did not want his life prolonged. Certainly not when there was nothing left for him to live for. And, in his mind, being moved from his home into a care facility was not worth living for. He was moved into a palliative care ward and “made comfortable” until he passed away. As I promised, I was with him at the end. In this hospital room. Submitted by Susan https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/c0aed9b0-3075-4b4c-81f1-f159d4334b65/Julie.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out My 21 year-old son was killed by a truck driver while riding his bike to work in San Francisco. He had just moved out of our home a few days earlier. He was the oldest of my 4 sons & such a sweet, positive, charismatic & loving son. His death has devastated our family. The summer after his death we just needed to get away from everything & go to be with nature. So we rented a cabin up in the Sierras beside the Yuba River. While wading in the water, the very first thing I noticed was this black heart rock & it felt like it was from my son Dylan. Submitted by Julie https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/dbd35c2f-ef03-4e94-b0fb-f7a6d9cdce00/Larae.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This is a photo of the irresistible beauty that my son had gone to witness. I am soothed in my grief by the knowledge that his final moments were spent doing what he loved, with people he loved, in a place he just couldn’t resist going. I took this photo when I returned with my sister to the place he fell. The area is just awe inspiring. Submitted by Larae https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/8f98351a-fd17-4e2d-8346-8cb6bf8ef947/Johnny%27s+chucks.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out When I went to Johnny's house the first time after we watched him die in the hospital, I walked in the front door and his shoes were right where he left them. I took a picture. I wondered what he might have been going through when he took these off. I wondered if he had any idea that the last time he took these off that he was about to die. Submitted by Michelle P. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/481b6687-dcef-44ed-9751-99f29895423a/Katharine.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I’ve encountered many struggles in my short time here on earth, and I constantly felt trapped. My friend and mentor, Jeff, changed that for me in many ways and although he passed he continues to impact my life. He helped me introduce activities that had a freeing sensation, a place or activity where I could be in the moment and feel free from everything. As a kid, I would spend hours on the swings in my backyard so it only made sense to reintroduce it. When I’m having a rough week, I do my best to get on the swings and swing the pain away. Since Jeff has passed, its been a difficult transition but I still talk to him and I can often hear his advice for the situation I’m in—“Get on the swings.” Submitted by Katharine https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/36772f7b-bf37-4b61-a8a3-639f07e61f31/unnamed+copy.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out After my best friend died, I got this tattoo to remember her by. People often ask if I'm from San Francisco, but I'm actually from northern New Jersey. Hope was a friend from high school who died by suicide when I was in my first year of college. This bridge symbolizes a place that we used to go to in the next town over, where we would sit and talk about our lives. It has taken on new meaning for me since. It connects me to her from this world into the next, and and serves as a permanent reminder that I can make a difference in other people\'s lives by reaching out. Another thing about the bridge symbol is that people may not know where people are in terms of their mental health, if they've walked the length of the bridge and are thinking to jump. It serves as inspiration to say hello to strangers, offer help to those in need, and even take care of my own mental health. However, I know that singular efforts are not enough for a healthcare reform. Moving forward, I want to participate and lead larger movements to bring awareness to the needs of vulnerable populations- such as college students- but others too. The placement of this tattoo has extra importance to me. I met my friend in marching band, and, as anyone in band knows, you step off with your left foot. So long as I put my best foot forward, I know that I'm capable of anything. My work has only just begun. Submitted by Allison https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/61473f79-a92d-46a4-bc6e-891c72dd38b3/Nancy.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This was something my boyfriend, himself, had started last year. He had got the stencils of our last names placed but couldn't decide what he wanted to put in the middle. He had wanted to make this plaque so we could hold it for pictures that Christmas, to hang on the wall and eventually hold in wedding pictures someday. Well, life happened and we got busy and he never finished it before Christmas, and still couldn\'t figure out the middle. Then February 6th happened. He went to work like a normal day, but it wasn't a normal day. He had a massive heart attack. They were able to eventually get his heart beating again, but he was put on a ventilator. Late in the day on the 8th, we found out he had no brain function due to the swelling that had started from the lack of oxygen the day of his heart attack. We spent the next day remembering him and celebrating him. Then the 10th we removed his life support, and he passed peacefully with his family at his bedside. Due to my money situation, I immediately knew I was going to move. I couldn\'t afford our house on my own. So I moved in with my mom. As I was moving, I found the plaque and knew I had to finish it for him. It took a couple months, but one day it came to me out of no where. EST 2012. The year we met. The year we became us. The year we went from being 1 to 2. I know he helped it come to me. I feel his presence every day guiding me. I just wish he had been here to see the finished project and to have been able to hold it with me in a picture. Especially that wedding one we always wanted. Submitted by Nancy https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/d51e164e-57e2-4d77-8182-2cc16f4fd309/10168104_10152847456869968_1668141879132612252_n.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out My Father…I learned to love dandelions…to make a wish and to see where the winds will take them. For the way that they sit their huge heads so high. From this Man who taught me how to take and see the world through pictures. At his knee, he was my inspiration on how a light meter works or how the chemicals in the different baths created a photo...at the age of 4. He loved photography and sent me down the road of many arts. Flowers were his favorite thing to photograph and a part of that follows me. This beautiful head of the dandelion was taken on the side of a busy street growing from the crack of the curb with traffic going by constantly. Then one day the fluffy head was gone, but the nub still held high. I always saw the cycle, the endurance, and the survival of even the most delicate when placed in a treacherous surroundings...as being perfectly possible…going forward the little seeds that were planted, moved on, and the dandelions job was done. But the creation of all those seeds live on in so many ways. Submitted by Luanie https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/06c602a1-bfcb-48a9-94c3-b69aaf3a6073/unnamed.png Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I like the eyes and face of this child who seems a little bit sad or melancholic. And for me, it also symbolizes the loss of the innocence. Myanmar is a very beautiful country, but it is also a poor country. Being a child in this country is certainly difficult for many of them. Submitted by Nicolas https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/1f7f2470-d94b-4e1e-8bb3-08fd1a2bc875/Rob.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out We lost our son Ryan - he was 28 but "medically fragile" his entire life. Special Olympics was a big part of his life. When he passed away, we strongly requested no flowers but that donations be made in his honor to the groups who enriched his life. One of the groups was his school district Special Olympics team. A significant amount of money was donated and his coaches asked us how they should use the money. Honestly, we were not ready to help with that decision. A few weeks after his passing, I got a phone call from a coach who worked with Ryan throughout his life - she had an idea how to spend the money. As she explained to me, she always saw Ryan as "light" and she wanted to have a cauldron built in his honor to be used at all future local Special Olympics events. What beautiful symbolism. This picture is of us lighting the cauldron the very first time - note how the flame took the shape of a runner. This touched us because one of Ryan's favorite events was the local track and field event! Submitted by Rob https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/8eb7fb97-00be-4399-b48d-e5893004506d/DSC_0001-1-3-2.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This is Nina's tree. Nina and I became friends after I moved into the building where she lived. That July, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. During most of our friendship, I tried to support her through her chemo, surgery, radiation, more chemo, and, finally palliative care. Nina loved this tree, and so we renamed it, claiming it as hers. I had to leave NYC, because of economics, but we spoke every single day. I returned to see her three times before she died. I spoke to her for the last time seven days before her death. We had always talked about me being with her, but once her brother joined her, it seemed inappropriate to interfere. He and I were in touch during that last week. I think about her every day. I realize that even though she thought I was supporting her, that she was my rock and foundation. Every year, on the anniversary of her death, I post this photo along with the text of Maya Angelou's poem, "When Great Trees Fall." It perfectly expresses how I feel about her. Submitted by Leslie https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/f9f087e7-ecdb-4463-97bc-8f4a57f1fdfc/wendy.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out My 22 year-old son, Brett, died in a tragic snowboarding accident. His college friends and the snow rescue team held a remembrance event for him. Hundreds of people showed up. The night culminated in fireworks and a torch run down the mountain by the rescue team. Such heartache and such an outpouring of love. Grateful and grieving. Submitted by Wendy https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/49edfc1d-a33c-4d28-b4da-8f46b2a614ad/IMG_2484.JPG Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This is a photo of one of my best friends who lost her older brother at a young age. I wanted to give her this photoshoot opportunity to help with her grieving and share her story about the loss of her brother. I wanted to connect her memorial tattoo she has for him to the physical world as well to give a sense that no matter what these events are that happen when we loss someone close, they stick with us, but that person will forever be with us. Submitted by Samantha https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/aebe9593-5648-4fe9-b986-c0d292838c7d/unnamed.png Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out My roommate, Bill, always had the biggest balls in the neighborhood. Miss you, bro. Humor helps with the journey. Submitted by Tony https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/6d4d53ef-8fc3-488c-9aa2-421a6b53c1ec/Rosemary+copy.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out This photo is of the shack that my daughter Sasha's mother was living in with other people. Adoption is a wonderful thing as a way to provide family and nurturing to children who need it. But adoption also inevitably involves loss. When I see this photo, I hurt for baby Sasha who didn't have a safe place to live, and for her birth mom, too. As it happens, her birth mom died after Sasha had gone to live in the orphanage. I cannot imagine what it would have been like to be her birth mom and not to have a safe place to keep her. It is such a precious gift and a privilege and sacred trust from the universe that I have been allowed to be Sasha's adoptive mom. I try not to forget that. Submitted by Rosemary https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5293bf6ae4b01dce365f7bea/0689119c-a841-457e-8d74-0ef5d0d46db8/IMG_1472+copy.jpg Loss Project/Art Therapy - Make it stand out I lost my youngest brother, Robb. Robb was the last of my three brothers. It was so hard losing him. Robb left me the guitar that our dad had bought for him. Whenever I look at wear on the guitar, I can hear him playing again. Submitted by Carla