My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

Drawings of loneliness

On each sheet, Tim was depicted alone: sitting on a park bench, looking out of the windows with a deeply sad air. It was like a visual diary, an intimate record of emotions that he never put into words. My heart squeezed with each stroke, the simple lines charged with loneliness. They were much more than just drawings – they were direct openings to his heart. I wondered in anguish what had driven him to create such images.

Drawings Of Loneliness