Dianne's studio: without the fabric and work tables... a sad song without a melody

Dianne's studio, after removing work tables and most of her fabric

     Every time I look into Dianne's studio, the pain of deep loss flows through me.

     The studio is so empty now, without her work tables and the storage cabinets brimming over with fabric that she had collected over the years.

    Dianne and I used to call that tile area in front of the fireplace our "dance floor".  Yes, we actually danced there a few times... before we installed her work tables over the tile area.

     Now, the dance floor is empty again... and I am so empty without her in my arms.