In Memorium

My great uncle passed away today. He was the artist in the family. He was a delightful conversationalist, especially if you could get him to talk about his work.

One time, at family reunion, he told me that he never started a painting until he knew exactly what he was going to do. He liked to slop his paints around.

I will treasure his memory.

Gratitude

Oh God, thank you for the focus to complete the tasks before me and for the time to feel my loss. I miss her so deeply, every day. I want to call and ask her how to do something, to hear her bitch, I want her to see another baby and to tell me what to do with mine, again.

I need her now that I'm so close to the end of my twenty year project. I hope I learned enough. And I hope I don't put my eye out.