Come along

To me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of colour, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world…no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

Dear Amy,

You were my first companion and the one I love the most, I will always remember your bright red hair, your milk white skin and your smiling eyes. I will always remember the way you say “raggedy doctor” and the image of you as a little girl looking up at the stars. I will remember what it looks like to love someone so much you bring yourself to give them up. I will remember you have to keep believing in the impossible even if everyone says it was your imagination. I’ll remember your voice and your laugh and it will hurt when I do, but that’s okay, at least I’ll know you’re still alive somewhere, even if it’s in my own heart. You became part of my soul and I’ll take you wherever I go, but it was time to stop waiting, I understand, but still, I miss you.

With as much love as you can fit in the universe and beyond it,

Me.