I’m back after yet another trip to California. My Dad died on May 1 at 2:20 a.m. Strangely, May 1 is my Mom’s birthday. She would have been 95. Dad was 89 years old and then some. His passing was very peaceful. My sister and I were there, as was Lynn, a wonderful Hospice nurse and Sam Lee, the owner of the group home my Dad was at. I had moments of closeness to my father over the past few weeks which I had seldom experienced with him before. It was truly a gift to be able to be with him.

This painting, Reed Calligraphy, was completed recently. I hope the peacefulness and tranquility that I tried to capture in the work is what my Dad is experiencing now.