What I do what I am thinking about..where my creativity is at
Friday, April 26, 2013
Gary died this morning as he lived his life. It was very gentle. Hana had just said goodnight and I said I would wake them if anything changed. I was cuddled up on the couch.As soon as Hana's feet made sounds on the upstairs floorboards his breathing altered and he died. It was quiet and gentle and exactly as he wanted it. He had said to me that he just wanted me there and thats how it was.
If I was a painting..it would be one of myself in absence, represented by the things and people I love.
There would be some paintbrushes, a computer and a Bible. Tropical plants with bright flowers and wide leaves that capture rain would wind up the frame.
It would have hearts and cowboy boots.