Pain is not black, it is blue. Blue salty tears and blue-grey waves that pummel again and again until there’s no more breath and then you are blue too. Black is the absence of all color and pain is a kaleidoscope of hues. Black ties, black dress, red eyes while green signs pass quickly by on the highway. Acts and motions of grief are like throwing a rubber ball at a car windshield over and over, bouncing off of your barriers, until it turns to lead and shatters you whole. There’s no lesson to learn if the yellow sun doesn’t rise again in the morning, only colors of goodbye.