Anyway, this portrait is directly related to the dream I had back in 2005 about my dad. I forgot I had written the dream down and happen to come across it in an old notebook just a week before my dad's heart attack. I included it in the visual journal I kept while daddy was in the hospital. About a month ago I sat down with him and shared my journal with him. We both cried. Reading the dream to him was particularly difficult. But I feel so very blessed to have these extra moments, days, weeks and months with him. I know most who have experience what our family went through never had the gift we now treasure. More time.
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