Friday, September 12, 2008


I paint.


Painfully.


Wishing dad were here to see.


What normally took 4 days to complete....


seems to last an eternity.


My paint can fills with tears.


I miss him.


My house is covered with thoughts of dad....


in droplets of my memories of him.


He is here....


and I know he's proud of me.


thanks dad.