My sweet, adorable, hysterical Grandfather passed away recently. He lived a good, long life surrounded by an huge and awesome family. Although I did not live close to him and only got to see him maybe once a year, every time I visited my Grandma and Grandpa was a delight. I loved his dry, wry jokes; his shiny bald head; and his huge smile. I am lucky to have Grandparents that lived into their 90s and am so grateful for the time I did have with him. He taught me to appreciate the rain. He showed me how gratifying it is to make things with your own hands. He helped me appreciate polka music, the joys of retirement, and sipping wine out of small glasses. I know he is still with us in spirit, but I sure do hate that he's not here with us anymore. I'll miss his laughter most of all.
I painted these pines to remember him by.