When my dad passed away I felt lost.
I had lost my dad to the illness.
I didn’t know how to explain it to him.
He told me that it was a miracle he was still alive and I had been blessed to be born into his life.
I had the wall of his art on my mantle.
He had a little painting of him that I had picked out for him.
It was my favorite piece of art he had.
I have a collection of paintings and drawings, which are my family, that I have made.
I have so many pieces, and they are all just beautiful.
But I had always thought that I would never paint my own artwork, and so I just went to a friend of mine who did and I got started.
My mom said, “I want to make a wall for you.”
She gave me a canvas.
I painted it and I put it on my wall.
I never took that painting home with me.
I don’t even remember how many times I have looked at it.
But my dad is still with me, and I love him and I want to be with him every day.
