Farewells

Saying goodbye to someone you love is one of the hardest things we have to do. “Death is part of life” or “God doesn’t give us more then we can handle”. It’s what people say. It may not be very comforting but we struggle with finding the right words.

Sometimes we show we care with a unique piece of art. Art created from a photo. The photo taken on one of the best days of their life. A photo that brings the gift recipient to tears. This painted box will be given to Pete’s wife. Pete died this year and has created a huge void.

I read once that we all die twice. The first death is when we leave our physical bodies. The next death is when there is no one left who remembers your name. I guess that’s why people want roads and buildings named after them. We are afraid to be forgotten.

I don’t need to be remembered forever. I’m guessing Pete didn’t want that either. Pete’s wife and family loved him deeply and his loss will be forever felt. It is who we love and how we treat those we care about that really matters.

I hope that I make a positive difference in at least one person’s life. I can think of a whole lot of people that have made me a stronger and better person. If you want to know how you’ve made my life better? I will gladly tell you.

“Houston“ acrylic wooden box

Poverty

My uncle use to say “I’ve been broke but never poor”. He died last year and I miss his stories and his wisdom. He was a wealthy man in many ways.

There are many people in this world who are struggling just to make it through a day. They are poor. My mom use to tell me how hard the Depression was. Always wondering about the next meal or how to keep the family together. Everyone worked; everyone contributed if they could. Days were long.

So I look around me and feel blessed for all I have. I’ve heard it said “history repeats itself if we fail to learn life’s lessons”. Are we repeating history now? Is there a lesson we failed to learn? The news today makes me physically ill. It is full of hate and laced with sarcasm. How did we get here?

I’ve started painting pictures of how hard life was back in the 30’s and 40’s. Kids worked and they learned to do without. Even today we know that kids are going to bed hungry, are being sexually assaulted and abused or assuming responsibilities that only adults should have.

I want us to remember how our decisions effect our children. How our words and actions effect our children. We as adults are responsible for our children and their future. I want to remember the past so I can do better with the future.

Doing Chores

A Girl and Her Dog

My granddaughter and my granddog are funny to watch. Tazz the dog was in the family first. The kids came and I always wondered what the dog thought about all that. My granddaughter has painted the dogs toenails when she slept. She has tried to dress Tazz but the dog won’t have it. I’ve seen the dog just get up and leave the room. I’m sure she was thinking “these little people are just too loud.”

I saw my granddaughter trying to get Tazz’s attention. She went nose to nose trying to get the dog to do something. I took a picture. I see another painting and here it is.

Nose to Nose