I was going through some old posts from 2005. I used to write a lot. That was during a period of mourning and healing after my dad died. It's been 8 years now, and the sting is gone, and I cherish his memory in so many ways.
There are so many memories - the humor, the discussions, his obstinate expression at times, the arguments, the depth he had the last year of his life, especially after he found out his time was running out. He never stopped encouraging me, even when I thought he had no more. We had a complex relationship. One of the things he wanted me to do is start painting again. I wish he was here to see some of the work I've done this year.
I'm sick of Facebook, and will quit putting all my thoughts there. I have been thinking about shutting the whole Facebook page down, but I think instead I will create another page just for my art, and link it to an art blog. I think maybe BB&BS has run its course. Either way, I guess I need to figure out how to go. For grins, here is a recent work.