A year ago, Dad passed away. It feels shorter. It feels longer. It feels at times overwhelming. But I am at peace. Dad left me with is a profound sense of empowerment. I miss his pep talks though. He, like nobody else, “got me.” I am blessed to have inherited his gift of art and to have learned so much from him. I am blessed. I am blessed.
Kram till dig, Pappa.
The table- our most favorite spot to work on our book and discuss life.
I played this lullaby for Dad many many times in the morning on his last day: