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.