Last night I had a dream that my love was still alive.

I knew it was a dream and thought: 

“I know this isn’t real but at least I can be with her here”. 

I don’t remember anything except how good that felt. 

Shapes and outlines: you are always still here.

My almost 9-year-old daughter passed away in October 2022. This series is my attempt to understand the various stages of coming to terms with not having her in our lives, from the flowers left by friends and family during the first few weeks to the traces of her that I continue to find around the house. She will never be truly gone.